Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
I rolled my eyes. “You seriously think I can polish off a dozen sandwiches in the time it will take for you to wait for me to get into the kitchen and follow after?”
Wes shrugged. “If you’re as hungry as I am…”
Spinning on my heels, I made my way through the crowd of people and to the kitchen. I opened the refrigerator and nearly let out a scream as I shut it quickly. Turning to the doorway of the kitchen, I willed Wes to walk through. When he wasn’t there five minutes later, I started to walk out, only to bump into him.
“Oh my God! Where have you been?”
He sighed. “I got stopped by mother who introduced me to her friend Judith’s daughter, Candice. I had to make small talk with her. It would have been rude to say excuse me I’m meeting someone in the kitchen to eat some real food.”
I waved him off. “It doesn’t matter. Wait until you see what I found!”
“What? What did you find?”
Motioning him to the island, I said, “Sit down, I’ll get it.”
Wes sat down at one of the stools at the kitchen island as I opened the refrigerator and took out our secret meal.
When I heard him gasp, I grinned.
“Fried chicken.” We both said those magical words at the same time.
“Holy fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever wanted something so badly before in my entire life,” Wes said as he rubbed his hands together and grinned. “This reminds me of when we would go camping as a family. Dad would always pick up fried chicken for the first night.”
I smiled. “That sounds like fun. I haven’t been camping in years.”
“Yeah, me neither,” Wes said with a soft smile on his face.
“While I was waiting for you, I found some paper plates so no one will ever know we were here!”
One of the wait staff that was hired to help with the food and drinks walked into the kitchen at that very moment, paused when they saw us, then simply went about filling his tray with more of the meatballs.
Once he was out the door, Wes and I both grabbed a piece of the chicken.
“A toast,” Wes said, holding up a drumstick. “To leftover fried chicken.”
I hit his drumstick with my own. “To leftovers!”
We both took a bite and moaned in unison.
“That’s good,” Wes said, a mouth full of chicken.
“I’ve got even better news.”
He stopped chewing. “Better than fried chicken?”
Nodding, I slid off the stool, opened the fridge again and pulled out cheesecake.
Swallowing hard, Wes pointed with his fork. “Is that…is that a cheesecake?”
Giggling like a little girl, I set it on the island. “Yes! A caramel one. And it’s all ours.”
“Wait? Are you sure this isn’t for the party?”
I drew back and gave him a look that said he was crazy. “Wes, they have the Snickers cake, why would they need a caramel cheesecake?”
He looked down at the box. “And it’s from the best bakery in Boston.”
“I know!” I practically cried out.
“No, wait. They have to have it for a reason. Maybe it is for the party? Or something else.”
Staring at the cheesecake, I replied, “It could be. Or it could just be extra.”
Wes met my gaze and grinned. “Fuck it. Let’s open it up now and eat some!”
He stood and got us each a fork while I set the box down on the island. “They probably just got this as a backup, just in case.”
“Exactly. We wouldn’t want it going to waste or anything.”
I shook my head. “Totally. I mean, we’re doing Harmony a favor by eating this cheesecake. Otherwise, she’d be staring at it and thinking, ‘oh man, I really want a piece, but I shouldn’t.’”
He pointed to me. “That so sounds like her.”
“I know!” I said as we both pushed our forks into the cheesecake. “To caramel cheesecake?”
“Hell yes, to caramel cheesecake!”
We both put the forks into our mouths at the same time and I nearly died on the spot.
With my mouth totally full of cheesecake, I said in a muffled voice. “Oh my gosh…so good.”
Wes looked like he was about to melt into a happy puddle. “Best cheesecake ever.”
There was nothing better than fried chicken and the best cheesecake in Boston. And it was all ours.
“You know,” Wes said as he swallowed another bite of cheesecake. “Maybe we should tell my mom we’re dating.”
The drumstick froze midway to my mouth. “I’m sorry?”
He wiped his mouth with a paper towel before diving back into the chicken. “Yeah, if we’re going to do this dating thing, why not make the most of it?”
“The most of it?” I asked, setting my chicken down on the plate.
“It’s pretty damn clear my mom is not going to give up on trying to get me to go out with one of her friends’ daughters, or a friend of a friend’s daughter. If we say we’re dating, then she’ll get off my back about dating someone.”