The open cell phone in Will’s hand caught her attention. “What the closest pizza place?” He asked with one lifted brow.
He repeated the word into the phone.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting ready to order dinner. Pepperoni okay?”
Any idiot could recognize the man was ordering pizza, but she wasn’t sure how he managed to get into the house after she decided it was the last thing she needed tonight with the unpredictable Clint lurking around. “Yes. Pepperoni is my favorite. Banana peppers too.”
He ordered the pizza giving the right address without even asking her what it was. Will turned and winked at her.
“Thanks for letting me get dinner without some huge fuss about wanting to fix me some grand dinner since I rescued your car.”
As if, she wasn’t even sure what she had in the pantry beside rice cakes and peanut butter. Many nights it served as dinner. “Can you take a rain check?”
His eyes twinkled announcing his amusement. His head dipped and he kissed her hair. “I was teasing you,” he spoke into her hair, sending a tiny chill down her neck and across her shoulders.
“I knew that.”
“Uh, huh. Go get changed. We have thirty minutes before dinner. Enough time for you to start on laundry while I carve out a car sized shaped space in the garage.”
The man went all alpha on her all of the sudden. It wasn’t totally off-putting, but surprising. Weren’t they at the stage where they tiptoed around one another? “Why would you do that?”
His chin went down as his eyebrows went up. The look conveyed disbelief she’d question his actions.
“Explain it to me. Obviously, I’m missing something.”
His head shook slowly side-to-side as he held open his arms. “Come here”
Tonya had no problem walking into his open arms and resting her cheek against his chest. His arms closed around her. It had definitely been a hug-worthy day. In fact, she might not ever leave his embrace.
He spoke next to her ear the words too loud, taking her a second to decipher what each one was. “I’d do just about anything to spend time with you. Imagine you figured that out by now. As for the garage, I don’t want your stalker undoing my automotive work.”
Stalker. The word had her stumbling back backwards breaking out of the embrace seconds before she never wanted to leave. “Stalker, how did you know?”