Chapter 4
I was three bites into the baked chicken when I realized Edgar was watching me. He’d barely touched his own food, but his gaze was focused on me.
“What?”
“Wondering if you like it.”
I blinked. “The food? Yeah, of course.”
“No lumps in the potatoes?”
“No.” I shook my head and finished the Cabernet.
“You want more wine?”
“I probably shouldn’t,” I said. “Have to drive home.”
Edgar shrugged. “I thought, you know, you could stay over.”
Of course he was hoping for that. Another night of an easy lay with good ol’ Scott. And really, I had just sort of agreed we could be…whatever.
“You’re overthinking things,” he said softly. “I see the wheels turning. Come on, Scott. I think I know you pretty well. You have an overnight bag in your car, don’t you?”
I tried not to blush. Hoped
