“I’m a reporter, I need to dig into this.”
“Chicken shops?”
“Maybe I’ll go to one. Just to experience it.”
“They have other stuff, too. Like peri-peri chicken, burgers, wraps, wings,” Caleb says, running his hand over his jaw as he thinks. “But yeah, it’s fried chicken and chips. Fries for you.”
“I definitely have to go,” I say.
He pushes a button on the side of his seat, and the privacy glass lowers down.
“Yes, Mr. Collings?” Peter asks.
“Peter, I have a huge favor to ask,” Caleb says. “We’re going to pull over at a chicken shop. I’ll find one and let you know.”
I can’t contain the smile spreading across my face.
Caleb squeezes my hand, and I squeeze it back.
“Yes, of course,” Peter says.
“Right. Give me a second to locate a chicken shop.” Caleb retrieves his phone and searches. I lean into him, watching the results come up.
“Looks like Box O’ Chix is it,” he says, tapping on the website icon. He navigates to the menu. “What do you want?”
I look at the menu. “I have to get the two-piece box of chicken and chips.”
“Good girl.” Caleb grins.
Suddenly I have a vision of him saying “good girl” during sex, and OH MY GOD, did it just get hot in here?
No. No sexy thoughts of Caleb. Focus on the chicken.
Wow. Talk about two thoughts I’d never have thought I’d ever link together. I burst out laughing.
“What?” Caleb asks, and he begins to laugh without even knowing why.
“I’ll tell you later.”
“So we’ll get a two-piece fried chicken and chips box,” he says. “I have to watch what I eat so I’ll just have a bite.”
“And you can probably have one chip,” I joke.
“Yes. I’ll go crazy and have a chip. What else?”
I look over the rest of the menu. “Ooh, can I get a Biscoff shake too?”
“I don’t know. Can you?” he asks, his eyes sparkling at me.
“May I?” I correct.
“Yes. Although I’d get Oreo.”
“Oh, is it better?”
“I have no idea, I’ve never eaten here before. But I prefer Oreos over Biscoffs.”
“I want to get something you can at least try. I can be happy with Oreo.”