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Chapter 39 ~ The North Star

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Chapter 39

By the time I had everything done, my nerves were completely shot to hell.

The man was too much, too intense. Just sitting there, watching me, he had my nerves so at attention, one word from him and I'd have been lost. Too appealing. We'd only just gotten here, and already I was... overheated.

I let my gaze dart across from me. Bard wasn't even watching me anymore. He'd stopped paying any mind to me the moment I set the food in front of him.

He ate like a damn bear. The meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and red gravy didn't last five minutes before he'd gotten up and added more to his plate.

How can he even taste the shit?

His fork kept a steady rhythm. Plate, mouth, plate, mouth, each time barely taking a second to chew before swallowing.

"Bard?"

He paused with the fork halfway to his mouth and looked at me.

"I don't know the Heimlich maneuver. Just thought you might like to know that."

He stared at me for a full minute, then snorted and went back to his food as if I hadn't said a word.

Okay, then. I continued to watch him while I took much slower, much smaller bites of my first plate.

Within five minutes, he'd cleared that one and got up again. I thought he was going to put his plate into the sink, but no. Bard added more, and by more, I mean a pile. Then he sat back down and resumed shoveling.

"Does that mean it's good, or were you secretly starving, and I didn't know about it?"

He nodded. "It's good."

I shook my head and stopped watching. Well, at least I now knew why the fridge was so stocked. Then again, Bard was a monster, so it made sense.

I'd just finished mine, when Bard grabbed it out from in front of me.

"You still hungry, Tequila?" He walked to the stove.

"No, no." I waved my hands, then slowly added, "I'm human."

Bard laughed, big and throatily, and a wave of pleasure reverberated through me at the sound.

"You want some dessert? I got ice cream." He shot me a wink and started on the task of washing our plates.

"No way. I'm stuffed." I got up from the table, and moved to put the leftovers away.

There weren't any.

"Did you seriously eat an entire meatloaf?" I gaped at the empty pan.

Bard laughed again. He was doing that more and more lately, and it bothered me. Too sexy. Too tempting. I needed to stop eliciting these reactions.

"You surprised me, Tequila."

I smirked, despite my negative thoughts. "There are a lot of things you don't know about me." I gathered the empty pans and brought them over to the sink.

Bard stopped me from washing. "I've got it. Why don't you go pick out a movie or something. It's too late to do much else."

"I can help." I snatched the pan from his hand. "I wash, you rinse and dry."

His lip twitched. "Yes ma'am."

The kitchen was small, so doing the dishes together put us much closer than I'd realized it would.