“Well, we didn’t,” Grady muttered.
“I forgot how bitchy you get if you’re not fed every ten minutes,” I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “Our daughter sure didn’t get that from me.”
Grady opened his mouth to argue, but Duke stepped between us. “We’ll do pizza. It’s easy and fast. I think I saw a place on the way. It’s about twenty minutes back into town. I can go.” He turned to me. “Unless you wanna come?”
“You’re asking if I’d rather sit in a house where everyone is grumpy or enjoy some fresh air with you?” I looked toward Grady, who was now wearing a scowl. “Yeah, I’ll be coming with you.”
“Just get a variety, please,” Grady called as I followed Duke down the steps. “I know you like weird shit.”
“That’s rich coming from the man who likes pineapple on his pizza!”
“It’s good!”
“It’s a travesty, Grady, and immediate grounds for divorce.”
He chuckled at that. “I wondered why you were so quick to draw up those papers.”
Duke climbed into his truck and started the ignition. I slid in beside him, pulling out my phone and searching for a place even remotely close to what he described. Sure enough, on the edge of town, was the only pizzeria within thirty miles.
“This place looks good for a small-town hole-in-the-wall kinda place,” I said, skimming the menu. “Oh my god. They have something called Reaper Roulette.”
“That sounds terrifying,” Duke muttered, typing the address into his GPS.
It was, but that made it so much fun. “Basically, they put this really hot sauce on one single slice of pizza, but you don’t know which one. It isn’t marked or anything.” I turned to Duke. “It could be fun.”
“Honey, that sounds like a recipe for disaster.”
“Hear me out!” I said, turning to face him. “Grady and Lukas are the only ones who like Hawaiian style. They get to have their pizza, and we get to have a little fun. It’s a win-win.”
Duke chuckled, reaching over the console to grip my thigh. “You’re gonna get us in trouble.”
I shifted my hips, drawing his touch closer to where I wanted it. It’d been a long trip without being able to touch him. With Harper and Charlie in the truck with us, we couldn’t exactly kiss and hold hands.
But now we were alone…
“Don’t you like trouble?” I asked coyly, squeezing my legs together.
“You know I do,” he muttered, sparing me a glance.
“Perfect. Then it’s settled,” I said, turning back to my phone. “Do you have any special requests? Or Harper? I figured I’d get a large cheese and a large pepperoni because everyone will eat that. Cleo keeps it pretty simple.”
“Harper and I both like the supreme, but no olives.” He said it so casually, yet his hand was still lingering between my thighs, stroking the skin there. Goose bumps traveled along my skin.
“P-Perfect,” I stammered.
“What about you?” The tip of his finger was dangerously close to the edge of my cut-off shorts.
“What about me?”
“What do you like?”
I chuckled nervously. “That feels like a loaded question when you’re playing with the fringe of my shorts.”
Duke lifted one shoulder in a shrug, so casual and cocky. “Just making conversation. You gonna put that order in?” He glanced at my phone. “Might take’em a minute to get everything ready, and I’m trying to avoid pulling up at the house to pitchforks and screaming.”
“Right,” I breathed, pressing the phone number on the website.
The moment I brought it up to my ear, the unmistakablesound of a ringing line over his Bluetooth speaker, his fingers slid up higher.