Page 22 of His Arranged Plus-Size Mate

She paused and looked at me for a moment before she nodded. “Yes, well…that explains that.”

We continued to skate, and I even showed her some tricks. She seemed to be having a fun time after an hour of us being out there. She’d even fallen but laughed it off. I found it easy to talk with her.

We stepped off the ice after another hour, and she chuckled. “That was actually more fun than I thought it was going to be.”

“What did you think it was going to be?”

“Me falling a lot, and people watching me.”

She sat down on the bench. “But I didn’t even realize there were others on the ice after we got out there.”

I tugged my laces free and slipped the skates off. She did the same, and I placed them back with the others. We tugged our boots on, and I looked across the parking lot toward the restaurant across the street. It was a Mexican place, and my stomach grumbled.

“How about dinner?”

She raised an eyebrow at me. “I thought I said no dining?”

“Think of it as a pre-workout meal.”

She snorted. “Mexican?”

I nodded. “Would you rather eat the food we have in the fridge at home?”

A smirk formed. “We have no food in the fridge at home.”

“My point exactly.”

She rolled her eyes, but I could see the smile still there. “Fine. But only because I’m starving.”

We headed across the street and got a booth in the back corner. There was music playing, and the place was busy. We looked over the menu when the waiter came over.

“What can I get you guys to drink?”

“Water,” I said.

“Could I have a Diet Coke?”

“Sure. And do you guys know what you want, or do you need a minute?”

“A minute would be great.”

She gave us a smile, her eyes landing on me a moment longer before she turned. Hazel looked at me. “Well, she certainly has eyes for you.”

I shrugged. “I’m married.”

“It’s a sham,” she chirped as she rolled her eyes.

“Doesn’t matter to me. I’m not interested.”

“Really? You’re telling me that a hot, attractive blond waiter isn’t interesting?”

I nodded. “She’s not my type.”

She leaned onto the table. “Okay, fine. What is your type?”

“Confident women, not overconfident, where they think they are better than everyone else. Someone with a good heart and a caring mind.”

She blushed, pulling her eyes down to her menu. “Oh. That’s not what I thought you were going to say.”