Page 10 of Good Time Boyfriend
But I wanted to know more.
That had always been a problem with me. Wanting to know more, and when I couldn’t figure out the answers, frustration would settle in.
But there was just something about this evening, something about the way she looked at me. As if she knew I didn’t have the answers, but maybe I had something.
“Come on, there’s a burger truck right at the edge of the parking lot. You’re still in view of the bar, promise.”
She looked at me dubiously, then out at the parking lot. “I still feel like this is how I get murdered.”
I snorted, but she didn’t really know me and had just left my bar with me. I couldn’t downplay that.
“You know my sister. And you just proclaimed yourself to me. We just proclaimed ourselves to each other in front of your entire family. I feel like that bypasses a level of getting to know one another.”
She sighed and ran her hand through her long blond hair. She was so gorgeous, so soft and goddess like. I was better than this normally at talking to women. Fuck, it was my job. And yet I felt like I was doing things wrong.
“That wasn’t even half of my family.”
I laughed, shaking my head. “I should be worried about that. But then again, my sister is marrying into a bigger family than yours.”
She frowned. “I didn’t know that was possible.”
“Neither did I. We’re a pretty small family.” Though I didn’t want to get into how small we were at times. Trying to explain that I had only lived with my sister for a few years of our childhood, and yet had always lived with my brothers confused people. Hell, it confused us, and we had lived it. Who the hell split up family like that, and prevented us from even talking with one another?
It was worse than a parent trap because we didn’t want our parents back together. We just wanted our family together.
I just wanted my sister.
But I didn’t need to think about that now. I had my family as together as it was going to be. I moved to this state with my brothers, we had packed up everything and started over here to be with our little sister. What more did we need?
“Okay, so this pity date of ours is walking across the parking lot and getting a hamburger. I don’t mind that.”
“I never said it was a pity date. It’s just a way to ensure you’re not lying.”
“I hate lying. I don’t know why I can’t just stand up to them.”
Although it was nearing the end of dinner time, there was still a decent line at the food truck. They did a good business, and we didn’t mind them being here, because they made different burgers than we did. We fed business to each other, because they didn’t have a liquor license, and we didn’t do the gourmet specialty types of burgers with toppings I wouldn’t even consider.
“I still can’t believe that just happened,” she said as we moved through the line.
“The fact that your family showed up at my bar? Or the fact that you stayed?” I asked, not sure if I wanted the answer.
“How about both? I’m so sorry.”
I shook my head. “Don’t be. It was entertaining. I’d had a pretty boring day.”
“I doubt that. You probably see so many different people throughout the day.”
“True, but this was unique.”
“I’m glad that I could entertain you with my idiocy.”
I shook my head and gestured towards the menu on the side of the truck.
“You had your reasons. And, honestly, you showing up to protect me was quite nice.”
“Yes, because you need my protection,” she said with a dry laugh, before she narrowed her gaze at the menu. “Is there brie and some form of apricot jelly on that burger?”
“Yep. There’s also one with an egg, and another with a salad, and sort of a pizza burger. I’m not quite sure how that one works.”
