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Noah goes to answer, but Gabe cuts him off. “He wouldn’t know; he’s never tried it. But I promise, it tastes a lot better than it looks.”
“I hope it does, because that thing looks like vomit or sewer water,” Noah says under his breath.
“Eww, Noah. That’s just nasty, we’re eating.” I turn back to Gabe, who looks excited at having someone try his concoction. “You know what? Yeah, hit me with it. Aubrey always makes me try her weird recipes and food combinations, so I’mpretty sure I’ve had worse.”
“Yes! See, Noh, I always knew she had bigger balls than you do.”
I laugh as I finally take a bite of my food and…Oh my God! This is amazing!A moan slips out as I take another bite of my burrito with closed eyes. When I open them, I find both men staring at me like hungry vultures. I would normally comment on that, but I’m too busy having an explosive orgasm in my mouth.
“Holy shit, Gabe! Does Morgan know you can cook like this?”
He chuckles. “I don’t think so.”
“Okay, good. We’re never telling her.” I shake my head and take another bite. Another moan. I’m pretty sure even my eyes roll back.
“Veronica. I’ll have to ask you to stop doing that. We promised to be on our best behavior, but you aren’t making it exactly easy right now.” Noah frowns.
“He’s right. You’re not playing fair,” Gabe agrees. “But why can’t we tell Morg exactly?”
He gets to work on putting his ingredients into the blender as I wipe my mouth with a napkin. “Remember that time Sam made dinner for all of us when we first met him, and Morgan said she was fine with someone else cooking?”
They both nod. “Well, she was lying. The next day, she replicated his dishes and made us girls vote on who did it best. It was easy because both were amazing. But if she went up against you, I’m not sure I could lie to her face…”
He smiles. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
I nod my head. “It is. I expect this kind of treatment every day that I’m over. Thank you.”
“Your wish is my command, milady.” He winks and starts blending his green mixture that truly does look like sewer water and is starting to make me worry.Oh, good God… what have I agreed to?
The boys go on to bicker over something else, constantly throwing back and forth friendly insults. It’s amusing to watch them go at it, I almost want to ask for some popcorn. I’ve never seen this side of them, and it’s one I quite enjoy. I find myself smiling at their interactions.
I think this is what Cecilia was talking about when she said to give them a chance. That they aren’t who I pegged them out to be. The only problem is, this version of them is much more dangerous. Because this version, I can see myself liking, can see myself falling for.
And I can’t let that happen.
Chapter five
Noah
Ugly yet delicious.
This is nice, sitting here with Veronica, enjoying a meal where we all talk, laugh, and joke around. There are no sexual comments or innuendos, just actual, genuine conversations. We’ve never had this with all three of us together. I think this might help us gain some points with her. She seems happy rather than annoyed to be around us.
“Here you go,” Gabe says as he passes the smoothie over to Veronica.
She picks it up and inspects it with a strange look on her face. She brings it up to her nose for a sniff test and instantly wrinkles it up, then lets out a breath and takes a sip. Gabe and I watch her intently, waiting for a sign of whether or not she likes it.
She swallows and licks her lips. “Okay, wow. This is actually really good. How can something so ugly be so delicious?”
I groan and throw my head back, fully knowing I’ll never hear the end of this.
“See! I fucking told you it was good!” Gabe points a finger in my face, then fist bumps Veronica. She smiles with a giggle and bumps her fist against his.
These smiles and laughs are different than the ones she usually presents us with when we’re the whole gang together. I’m not saying those are all fake, but these ones seem to come from deep down, like even if she tried to hide them, she couldn’t.
She clears her throat after another sip of her drink. “Actually, since I have both of you here. There’s something I’d like for us to discuss.”
I turn on the barstool to face her, and Gabe leans over the counter. “We’re listening.”What could she possibly need to talk to us about?
