Page 25 of One Winter Knight
I thought for a moment. “It’s like a fish taco, only there’s schnitzel in it, sauerkraut instead of cabbage, and lots of mustard. It’s really good.”
Confusion filled her scent as she picked up a bag of chips.
“You know what a taco is, right?” Did they have tacos in Ireland?
“I know what a taco is.” She put the bag of chips back and picked up a different one.
“Have you ever had a taco? No…” I paused and nearly dropped the chips in my hand. “You’ve never had a taco, have you? We’ll fix that. You will have a taco before this trip is over, even if I have to take you to my house and make you one myself when we get back to New York. Okay, one of my moms will probably make you some, though which mom depends on what sort you want. I can cook, but they’re much better than I am.”
No tacos? Yeah. We’d fix that.
She snorted as she added a couple of candy bars and a bag of cookies to her basket.
“I’m not going over to meet your parents, Dusty.” She gave me a fierce look. Those blue eyes cut right through my soul, like a diamond-tipped knife.
“My brother then? He’s a chef,” I offered.
“I don’t know what you think we have, but it’s all in your head. You’re nothing more than a pretty boy who’s a good fuck.” It was said matter of fact, not meanly.
I sucked in a breath. “You think I’m pretty?”
Giddiness bubbled up inside me. Shewasattracted to me.
Also, she thought I was a good fuck? Yeah, I totally had a chance with her.
She huffed. “People like you and me don’t ride off into the sunset and live in a little house with a yard, and have lots of babies, a dog, and a boat.”
Aww, she’d thought about our future?
“I’m okay with living in a townhouse. I grew up in a loft in New York. I honestly don’t really care. It could be a cabin or a box. Also, I get seasick. Cats are fine,” I offered. She seemed more like a cat person.
“You know what I mean.” Her scent got spicy with anger as she moved closer to me, invading my space and pressing me up against the rack of chips behind us.
“No, I don’t know what you mean. We could be really good together. Just give me a chance? Por favor?” I kept getting mixed signals from her. Did she want me to leave her alone? Prove my love? Try harder?
All of the above?
“You’re a musician. You’re in the public eye. My profession, not so much.” Her eyes flashed with something. Pain. Regret. Longing.
“Fiona’s in your line of work, right? She’s with Carlos. I’m pretty sure he wants to keep her. He’s in the public eye as much as I am.” Did she think that I wouldn’t like her because of her job or that I worried about things like scandals?
Maybe it was the morality?
I’m sure she just took out bad people for the government or something, I mean, obviously, she was a super-secret superspy.Especially with those suits she always wore.
“I’m not Fiona.” She shook her head.
“Obviously.” Given Fiona was a five-foot-one, curvy omega. No, no, Saoirse was five-foot-nine of muscular delta deliciousness. Those high-heeled boots.Step on me, Mommy.
“Dusty.” Her tone went sharp.
Something in the tone of her voice, the round of her shoulders, the flicker in her eyes, made me think that maybe these walls she put up were because she didn’t think she needed someone. Or that she deserved to be taken care of.
I’d love nothing more than to do that.
Maybe in the next few days I’d have my chance to show her.
Chapter Seven
