Page 94 of Kissed By the Trillest Thug 2

A smile found its way onto my face before I could stop it.

“You know…” I started.

“What?”

“You seem like the type that’ll argue with a waiter over my food.”

She pushed her glasses back up her nose.

“I would.”

I lightly chuckled and watched her for another second before looking back down at my paper. She probably had no idea how much that meant to me. Knowing she’d make sure I was okay made me feel safer than I had any business feeling. About twenty minutes later, a knock echoed through the apartment.

“I got it,” I said while pushing myself off the couch.

I handed him money and then grabbed the bag from the delivery boy before locking the door behind me. When I turned around, Penelope was already headed toward the kitchen.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Getting the cups.”

By the time I unpacked the containers and sat everything on the coffee table, she came back balancing two glasses packed with ice and the pitcher of sweet tea.

“You really done made yourself at home.”

She looked at me without missing a beat.

“Are you complaining?”

I looked around my apartment before shrugging.

“I don’t know. You’re moving around here like your name’s on the lease,” I said playfully with a raised eyebrow.

“I just know where the cups are.”

“Today it’s the cups. Tomorrow, you gone be telling me where I can and can’t put things in here.”

She pushed her glasses up with one finger.

“You like when I tell you what you can and can’t do.”

I didn’t even offer her a response because she was right. I liked everything about Pen. Before either of us touched our food, she pulled my container closer. I watched her lift the lid and inspect it.

“No shrimp,” she said out loud before looking a little closer, “no shrimp juice either.”

Only then did she hand it to me.

Once she was satisfied, she opened her own container.

“I think we’re safe.”

I shook my head.

“You really don’t play about that allergy.”

“No,” she picked up her fork, “I don’t.”

For the next twenty minutes, we ate, argued over whether crab rangoon counted as an appetizer or a side dish, and somehow ended up debating whether pineapple belonged on pizza.