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He sighed. “I don’t like this. I can’t believe you didn’t tell me.”

I rolled my eyes. “How about finding out that you’re alive months after you died?”

He closed his mouth.

A door slammed shut, and I turned to find Hux walking toward us with a paper sack under his arm.

“Hux,” Creed said. “What are you doing here?”

Hux held up the sack and said, “Eating lunch with your sister.”

Creed blinked.

I blinked along with him.

“I’m sorry, what?” I asked.

Surely, I hadn’t heard him correctly.

He was having lunch with me?

“It’s cold, let’s go inside,” he urged, catching my hand and leading me back to the front of the doctor’s office.

I looked over my shoulder at Creed to see him looking as stunned as I felt.

But Hux didn’t stop pulling me with him until I was safely back inside out of the cold.

“Um,” I said. “What did you bring for lunch?”

I didn’t question him any further, because I was not a stupid girl.

The alpha male badass that I’d been staring at for months was now bringing me lunch. I’d read enough romance novels to know that you didn’t turn down this kind of opportunity.

I may live in my books, and read to escape, and enjoy smut more than actual stories, but I was not a stupid woman.

This was the golden opportunity I never thought I would have.

Hux was talking to me.

Hux was bringing me lunch.

Hux was the dream guy everyone wanted.

I was going to hold on with both hands and never let go.

“Chicken-fried steak, baked potato soup, and salad with ranch. No tomatoes.”

I blinked. “How did you know that I liked no tomatoes on my salads?”

“The same way that I knew that you left your lunch at home,” he answered. “I’m exceptionally observant when it comes to you.”

He led the way into the breakroom, letting me know that he’d been there before.

He jerked his chin up at Odin, who was on a phone call with a pharmacy, and sat, pulling out containers filled with food.

“I love baked potato soup,” I admitted. “But I never brought it to lunch.”

Which was where I assumed he knew what I liked and didn’t like from. I was practically working right beside him for months. It wouldn’t be something super hard to find out.


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