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Still, it didn't feel that way. It felt like something else. I just didn't know what.

And maybe, neither didhe.

Chapter 50

"Favorite food," Jaden said.

Isodidn't want to say. With Jax out of town, Jaden and I were lounging out on the back patio of their beachfront mansion. It was a Friday evening, and we were watching the sun glimmer off the water.

In reply to his question, I tried for a casual shrug. "I don't know. I like lots of things."

He gave me a look. "You are so full of it."

I tried not to laugh. "I am not!"

"Yes, you are. You just don’t want to admit it."

"Admit what?"

"That you've got a thing for sandwiches."

Okay, I did like sandwiches. In truth, I'dalwaysliked sandwiches. When I was a kid, I'd been all about the peanut butter and jelly. But over the past few years, I'd branched out into all sorts of things – ham and cheese, pastrami on rye, turkey clubs, and the occasional meatball marinara with double parmesan.

Just thinking about them now made my mouth water. Trying not to show it, I said, "Yeah, I guess they're okay."

"Just okay, huh?"

"Yeah. Just okay."

He leaned back on his chaise lounge. "Oh, sothat'swhy you make me order them."

I rolled my eyes.Like I could "make" him do anything.

Still, I knew what he meant. We ordered takeout all the time, even from places that supposedly didn't deliver. And Jaden almost always let me choose the restaurant.

And now, I didn't know what to say. In truth, Ihadbeen picking a lot of sandwich places.

When I said nothing in reply, his eyebrows lifted. "Unless you're doing it forme."

I laughed. "Oh, stop it.You'rethe one who makes me pick."

He gave a low scoff. "That'll be the day."

"What do you mean?"

"Like I can makeyoudo anything."

I gave a little start. This happened a lot, where he'd say something that I'djustbeen thinking – except that he'd have it all backwards, directing it at me instead of at himself.

As far as the sandwiches were concerned, I hadn't even realized I'd been going so heavy on them until today, when he'd started giving me a hard time about it.

Funny, he wasalwaysgiving me a hard time.

And now, he was looking too darn satisfied for his own good.

I tried to glare. "What'sthatlook for?"

"I'm just saying, we can order anything, lobster if you want."