Page 143 of Ice Me Out

He nodded with a smile and set down her next course. “I can make that happen. This is our Autumn Harvest salad of roasted delicata squash, shaved Honeycrisp apple, baby arugula, whipped goat cheese, candied pecans, pomegranate seeds, and an apple-cider vinaigrette.” He glanced at the tequila in front of us. “Personally, I would recommend a Pinot Grigio to accompany.”

Vera smiled warmly. “It’s a tequila kind of night.”

“Say less. Enjoy,” he said before disappearing.

“I have more questions.”

She stabbed the lettuce with a fork. “Your two minutes of fanboying is up.” She took a bite and chewed, pointing her fork at the salad. “This is delicious.”

“Don’t do this to me, Sugar.”

“Do what?” she asked innocently.

“You can’t drop a bomb like this and leave me hanging.”

“I’m not leaving you hanging. You agreed to two minutes, and now you’re asking for more.”

“I was desperate.”

“You still sound desperate.”

“Fair enough,” I replied, jerking on my earring.

“Don’t do that,” she said, dropping her gaze to the salad.

“Do what?”

“You know what.”

I raised a brow. “My earring?”

She pouted. “You’re guilting me.”

“That wasn’t my intention, but I’ll take what I can get.”

She abandoned the salad for the tequila. “Fine. You get five questions.”

I laughed and dropped my hand onto the table. “No pressure, huh?”

She smirked. “Make it count.”

It only took me a few seconds to come up with my first question. “Which one is the biggest asshole in real life?”

“Symon,” she responded without hesitation, taking me by surprise.

“Really? I thought it would be Sylas. There were a few interviews when he would stare at the hosts like they were the biggest pieces of shit.”

“He hates interviews because he gets tongue-tied often when he’s asked something unexpected. So, when he’s making a face, it’s because he’s trying to process the question and not say something stupid.”

I shook my head in disbelief. “Wow. I wouldn’t have ever guessed.”

“Most people wouldn’t.”

“So, what makes Symon the biggest asshole?”

“He’s the reason I broke my arm on the black diamond slope.”

I threw my head back and laughed. “You can’t still be holding a grudge about that.”