Still keeping her attention, he pulled his key ring out of his back pocket and tossed it lightly, all casual like. An easy invitation. Nothing more. Unless she wanted it, of course. "Pepperoni? Ham? Veggies only? What do you want on it?"
The little man stepped between them, holding his phone up in his small fist. "I'm going to get you the damn pizza. Just give me a minute to make that call about tomorrow's pick-up—tonight's deal."
She folded her arms across her chest, tucking her forearms under her breasts and shoving them up. The motion looked planned, intentional.
Cade struggled to keep the focus of his gaze on her eyes. It was a challenge. A dare. Look down now? Lose now. Wait and look later? Then get to touch?
"Do I look like some kind of 'veggies only' girl? Some kinda girl that cares about the environment? Drops off stray cats at the animal shelter?"
Sure, a better man, a smarter man, would've walked away from the crackling hostility. But not Cade. He ignored the possibility that something bad could come from a girl like her and took her comments as a win. And a go-ahead to push for more. "You look like some kinda girl who wants some damn pizza."
She stepped forward. "Fuck it. Let's go."
He went toward his truck but stopped when he felt a tug on his arm. He turned.
She jerked her thumb to the door. "I have to be back in 36 minutes. To put the clothes in the dryer."
"Of course." He remembered then, his own clothes, and instantly decided he didn't give a fuck if someone tossed them on the floor.
"I'm not watching your shit," said the voice from below.
Emily-Jo didn't respond to Martin.
She let go of Cade's arm and followed him. They both climbed into the truck. Cade slammed his door and slipped the key into the ignition. Martin stood in front of the huge window, drinking from the can in the brown paper bag and staring through the truck's windshield. His small shoulders were stiff, and his scalp glistened orange from the bright Suds 'n Duds sign.
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