Page 83 of The Reason I Married Him
When I look up at Wyatt, he’s examining his burger with his fork, lifting the bun and checking out the pineapple.
“It’s not poisonous,” I say as I pick up my burger.
“Looks like it could be.”
“Stop, just take a bite. I promise you’re going to love it.”
“That’s a hefty promise. What if I don’t like it?”
“Then you have terrible taste buds, and I don’t think we can go through with this plan.”
“Ooo, the pressure is on.” He wiggles his eyebrows while lifting his burger to his mouth. I pause, wanting to watch his reaction.
He takes a large bite, grabbing a taste of every layer of the burger. I appreciate that. Slowly, he starts chewing, his face remaining neutral. He sets the burger down, stops chewing, and then lifts his napkin to his mouth where . . .
“Don’t you dare spit that out,” I snap, causing him to chuckle.
He finishes chewing, swallows, and then grins at me. “Pretty good, Rowley. If you keep introducing me to flavors like this, I might keep you around.” He takes another bite.
“Was the fake out necessary?”
He winks at me. “Keeping things alive, babe. Got to be on your toes with me.”
Clearly. I shake my head and roll my eyes, but inwardly, I’m chuckling. He’s such a goof.
“Dothey offer a flight of dipping sauces?” Wyatt asks as he drenches his fry in the third bowl of sweet and sour sauce we ordered.
When I say this man can eat . . . he can eat. He devoured his burger in less than two minutes, then tackled his fries. They were gone very quickly as well. He’s now on his third side of fries while I’m still working on my first.
And the worst part is, he has the body of a sculpted god. I’ve seen it. I’ve drooled over it. So where the hell is he putting all of this food?
Another reason men are so annoying.
“They do,” I answer. “I could have told you that if you had paused your guzzling of the sweet and sour for a moment.”
Fry halfway to his mouth, he asks, “Are you food shaming me?”
“No,” I answer while I pick up another fry. “But I am shocked with how much you’ve been able to eat in one sitting.”
“Didn’t bother with lunch today, so I was starving. Here’s something good to know, Aubree. I can be starving but I won’t be hangry.”
“Bad news for you,” I say. “I’m a raging beast if I’m not fed.”
“Why do you think I’ve brought you muffins every morning?”
I eye him, which makes him laugh. “It would be best if you don’t poke the beast.”
“I’m glad that you’re acknowledging your beast-like qualities. It makes me feel more at ease going into this marriage. I didn’t want to be the only one who thought you were a beast. That’s a heavy weight to hold on my shoulders.”
“You poor man, how have you been able to survive?” I sarcastically ask.
“With a whole lot of grit and determination, that’s how.”
“The sacrifices you’ve made are incredible.”
“Thank you.” He presses his hands together and bows his head, causing me to laugh because he’s so stupid. He’s on another level.
I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone as ridiculous as him.
