His tired gaze looks down, and his expression slowly changes as if he’s just noticing that he’s half-naked.

“Shit. Sorry. I should have thrown a robe on. I just flew in last night and I’m jetlagged to hell, which is why I need this. Do you have a phone number I can just call if I need more? I’ve only got my phone and I hate ordering online with it. Fat fingers.” He grins.

“More?” Jesus, Delaney. Get it together.

I hand him over the thickshake and bag. Raising them as if to say thanks, he smiles a cheesy smile that makes my knees knock together. “I’ve heard your food is like being home, and I’m sure that’s what I need right now.”

My mouth’s so dry, I’m not even sure I can form any more words, and an awkward silence falls over us. This is not how I pictured a reunion, but then again, I never expected to see Josh again.

“It’s … it’s on the side of the bag. We can take phone orders.” My words are muffled by my jacket, but I don’t care.

He nods. “Great. I promise I won’t make a nuisance of myself.”

When he smiles, the dimples in his cheeks make my stomach flip. Why on earth am I this way? I thought six years would make a difference to the way he makes me react. Apparently not.

“It’s no problem.”

He takes a sip of the shake. “Damn, that’s good. I’m sure I’ll be back to feeling like myself after this.”

My throat constricts, and my heart thrums about a million miles a minute.

He yawns, gathering the bag into the same hand as his shake and then scratches the back of his neck.

The abs move.

I swallow hard.

“Thanks for that.”

I nod, and turn back toward the car.

“Wait. Do I tip you? I’m sorry. I just arrived here last night and I don’t know the custom.”

Tension pools in my stomach at the smooth sound of his voice. He always had that, even six years ago. It’s one of the things that drew me to him.

“No.” I croak. “No tip needed. We don’t do that here.”

“Oh. Okay. Thanks again.”

My heart thuds as I walk toward the car. For once I’m grateful that I’m clothed in a thick jacket and beanie. He didn’t recognise me.

After I open the car door, I slip off my jacket and tug the beanie off my head, shaking out my hair.

Relief floods my system when I slide into the driver’s seat and start up the car.

“Are we going to work now, Mummy?”

“We’re going to the diner.” I nod.

She lets out a dramatic sigh. “Good. It’s warm there.”