Indira, mature, calm woman that she was, threw her head back and started squealing at the top of her lungs as she kicked her hands and feet. Holy fuck was she gone for this guy. He was back in a blink, arms overflowing with various takeout bags. He set them gently at his feet. “Oh shit.” Indira scrambled across the floor to meet him. “Did you buy out an entire restaurant?” “Try five,” Jude said with a laugh, sitting cross-legged with her.
