“This thing between us?” He wiped his mouth before throwing his napkin in a ball on his plate. “You mean the thing where we’re boyfriends?” I blinked, almost choking on a shard of chip, then pursed my lips together and scowled. “See, that right there,” I jabbed a finger at him. “Boyfriend? I’m surprised you haven’t got a necklace of garlic around your neck at the mere thought. We’ve had one date. Even I haven’t uttered the dreaded word.”
