Now he rolled his eyes at her.

“Yes, thank you, smart-ass, you are correct there, but the question is what kind of pie? Just a warning: the burgers are good, but the fries need some work. The pies, on the other hand, are great.”

After how good that cake was, she believed him. And after the way he looked at her, she was very glad to be here with him right now.

Max put the menu down and smiled at Olivia. He had more fun talking to this woman than to anyone he’d talked to in a long time.

“Okay, I know what burger I want,” Olivia said. “But what pie should I get?”

“How do you feel about sharing food?” he asked her.

Before she could answer, he hurried to qualify that question.

“If you don’t like to, or we don’t know each other well enough, or whatever, that’s fine, it’s just that …”

“I know it’s fine.” The look on her face said, I don’t care about what you think of me enough to pretend to you. Well, this woman was certainly bad for his ego.

Or good, maybe, depending on who you talked to.

“But actually, I’m fine with sharing,” she said. “I grew up in a very sharing-food kind of family. And plus, I’d rather have lots of things to try than just one.”

Oh, thank goodness.

“I did not grow up in a very sharing-food kind of family, but I’m with you on that last thing. I always want to try more stuff on a menu than I have appetite for.” He grinned at her. “So I was thinking we could get a few slices of pie and share.”

She looked at the list of pies on the menu and then back up at him.

“That depends on what kinds you wanted. I was thinking hard about both the apple and the boysenberry, and then I was also intrigued by the lemon meringue, and then there’s the pecan, and …”

A woman after his own heart.

“I like all of those,” he said. “Unfortunately, there’s no strawberry rhubarb here.”

She shrugged, which did incredible things to that V in her neckline. This woman got more attractive every time he looked at her.

“We can’t have everything.”

Just then, the waitress came over to take their order. They both ordered cheeseburgers and fries, with everything.

“We’ll go ahead and order dessert now,” he said. “We want slices of apple, boysenberry, lemon meringue, pecan, and cherry pie.”

The waitress looked around at their booth.

“Anyone else joining you?”

He shook his head and grinned. Olivia covered her face with her hands.

“Nope.”

When the waitress walked away, Olivia’s head was still in her hands. Finally, she looked up at him. With, he was relieved to see, a grin on her face.