Savor You (Fusion #5)(44)

“That’s slick,” she says with a satisfied nod. “And makes me happy because dancing is fun.”

She points to the diner, and I snag a parking space right out front. “It’s busy.”

“It usually is,” she says with a nod. “Not many places are open twenty-four hours anymore. And this place has been here forever. They’re a staple.”

The diner is old-fashioned. White tables are surrounded by red booths. There’s a vintage jukebox in the corner. The lunch counter is white with red stools, and it looks like they make old-fashioned milk shakes and sodas.

“I feel like I just stepped back in time by about fifty years.”

“Exactly.” We sit in a corner booth, across from each other. I immediately take her hand in mine as the waitress approaches with menus and glasses of water. Her name tag says Flo.

“Something to drink?”

“Just water,” Mia says. I nod, wanting the same and we both set the menus aside. “We’re ready to order.”

“What can I getcha?”

“A big order of French fries.” Mia grins. “And what kind of pie do you have?”

Flo lists off about a half dozen pies and Mia licks her lips. “I’m going to think about it while I eat the fries.”

“You’re my kinda girl,” Flo says with a wink, then walks away.

“I’m surprised that you’re not tired.”

“I know.” She brushes her hair off her shoulder; then reaches in her pocket for a black elastic, which she uses to twist her mane up off her neck and out of her way. “That’s better. I should be tired. Addie dragged me all over downtown Portland today. I’m not complaining because it was fun. I don’t usually get to hang out with the girls one-on-one. If we have time away from Seduction, we like to hang out as a group.

“So, shopping through town was a great way to catch up.”

“What else did you do today?” I ask.

“We had lunch. Then we hauled all of my new things home, and she insisted that she come inside to help me weed through my closet. I needed to throw some things away, give some to charity, and make room for all of the new pretties.”

“Jesus, how much did you buy?”

“Way more than I planned to,” she says with a laugh. “But it’s fun. The clothes make me feel good, so why not, you know?” She shrugs. “Life’s too short to wear bad clothes.”

“That sounds like something Addie would say.”

“Oh, she said it about fourteen times today.”

Our fries are delivered along with sides of ketchup and ranch dressing, and Mia dives in. “Mm, salty goodness. Eat some.”

“I plan to.” I take my phone out of my pocket and snap a photo of her taking a bite of a fry.

“You take a lot of photos.”

“Does it bother you?”

“No.”

Her eyes are starting to get droopy. “Are you getting tired?”

“A little.” She smiles softly and eats her fries. “It’s because I sat down.”

“We can go.”

“Not without pie.” She finishes her fries and flags Flo down. “I’ll take a slice of the cherry pie to go.”

Flo nods and walks away to fetch Mia’s treat and our tab. Ten minutes later, we’re driving toward her house. It doesn’t take nearly as long to get there in the middle of the night with no traffic.

“I’m going to take a quick shower to get this sweat off,” she says.

“Good idea. I’m going to take one in your guest bathroom, if that’s okay.”

“Sounds efficient to me,” she says with a grin. “There are fresh towels and soap in there.”

While she’s in the shower, I plate her pie and get a fork, set them on her nightstand with half of a glass of her favorite wine, then go to take my own shower.

I’d join her, but we’re both exhausted. And as much as she turns me on, and all I want is to be buried deep inside of her, I’m also looking forward to snuggling up to her tonight.

I’ve never been this guy. I’m not the guy that stays and snuggles all night. It’s never interested me.

And now you couldn’t get me to leave with all of the money in the world.

When I walk into Mia’s bedroom, naked except for the towel that I’m currently drying my hair with, she’s just slipping between the covers.

“Thanks for this,” she says, gesturing to the pie and wine. “I’ll sleep for a week if I drink this.”

“I think you’ll probably sleep for a week without it.”

She shrugs. “Probably.” She picks up her plate and takes a bite. “Oh God. I know I shouldn’t eat this right before I go to sleep, but holy Moses, it tastes good.”

“Can I have a bite?”

She looks uncertain. “I guess.”

She offers me a small bite and I raise an eyebrow at her. “Really?”

“You want me to share this pie?”

“Yes.”

“Camden, you totally could have also purchased a slice of pie.”

“I purchased this slice of pie,” I remind her.

“For me.”

“For us.”