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“That’s what Cain gets!” Eric said.
“Great,” he muttered. “People will talk about that.”
“Why would they talk about what we’re eating?”
“They’ll notice the similarities. And that we live together. And we’re a man and a woman.”
“What if I’m gay?” I asked. “What ifyou’regay?”
“My high school history proves otherwise for me.”
“The jury is still out on me.”
He raised an eyebrow. “So you’re ...”
“Not really. I like men. A lot. But they don’t know that.”
“Give ’em a week. They’ll figure it out, and then they’ll want us to end up together.”
“And then you’ll kiss?” Eric asked. “Yuck.”
I may not have had Eric’s distaste for the idea, but I could pretend. “Don’t worry. That’s not happening. I’m banned from more relationships at the moment. Unless it’s a relationship with plants.”
“Don’t remind me,” he muttered as we walked to the door. He opened it and Eric darted through. Then he turned to me expectantly.
“What’re you doing?”
“Do you really expect me to let the door slam in your face?”
“Well, if you’re worried about how welook?—”
“You’re making more of a scene. Get in the diner, princess.” His voice was near a growl.
I didn’t like what that did to me.
I huffed and walked inside.
And everyone was looking at us.
“I told you so,” he said close to my ear.
“Shut up,” I hissed. “Don’t you know it’s rude to gloat?”
“I never said I was polite.”
“Cain. Mollie.” Tammy walked over to us. “What a surprise.”
I laughed as I stepped away from Cain. “Hey, Tammy. Can we all get a table?”
“I didn’t know you all were at a table-sharing level.”
“There’s only one in the farmhouse,” I replied. “And to be clear, I’m on a table-sharing level with Eric. Not this one.”
“Really?” Cain asked in a flat voice.
“She stole your kid,” Tammy said. “I bet you’re loving this.”
“Yes. Love.That’sthe word I’m thinking of.”