Brent chose the place to eat. A drive-in fast-food joint and I was ready to order the entire menu. After his little kidnapping stunt, a scant breakfast, and skating around for a while, I was ravished. I went for two fully loaded double cheeseburgers, a large tray of tater tots, onion rings, and a chocolate peanut butter milkshake.

When I broke the trance, I had with the menu while ordering, I saw him looking at me more amused than ever.

I stifled a laugh. “What? I told you I was hungry.”

He matched my order with a laundry list of his own and looked over at me. “Can’t have your tiny ass out eating me.”

The neon lights mixed with the moonlight across the dashboard as I got cozy in the passenger seat. The atmosphere between us felt changed in a way. Maybe it was the food being delivered, maybe it was something about astrology. I didn’t know.

He leaned over to lower the music. “Can I be honest?”

Suspicious. “Sure.” I’d already eaten half of my first burger before he’d even eaten more than a few fries.

“I have never seen someone your size eat so much food.” His tone was light and his eyes were curious. It was like he was sizing me up–if it wasn’t him, I’d assume it was someone trying to get to know me.

But it was Brent. His reputation stated that he had ulterior motives.

I shoved an onion ring into my mouth and chewed it slowly. “I didn’t have much for breakfast before someone came to my house and rudely kidnapped me. Can you believe they were trying to take me in my pajamas? Not cool.” The last of my burger was inhaled before I crumpled up the wrapper and tossed it into the bag.

My second burger came out immediately. I didn’t lie; I was so freaking hungry.

He started in on his burger. “Wow, the audacity of some people.”

We had a genuine laugh between us. There seemed to be more and more of them coming as I spent time with him. It made me wonder when he’d try to take my pants off.

Internally, I smacked myself on the forehead. Stupid, stupid. You should be out with Garrett right now. You are playing with serious fire right now. Oh God, what would my mother think of me?

“So,” he turned his body as much as he could in the car to face me completely. “Besides food, what else do you enjoy?”

Was he really asking me questions like it was a genuine date? Odd. I took a sip of my shake to buy myself a few seconds. “Music. My hobbies. Good company.”

“Good company? Like me?” There he went again, smiling like it was his strongest weapon.