“Interesting read?” he asked.
I looked down.
I flipped the book around. “Riveting.”
His mouth twitched. “You haven’t eaten all day.”
I lowered my sunglasses and looked at him. “Hello to you too.”
“I ate yogurt and granola for breakfast.” I sat up, pulling the towel around me.
“Eating one meal a day isn’t enough,” he said.
“Are you policing what I eat?” I countered.
“You called out my shoulder. Fair is fair.” He shrugged.
“That was medical,” I explained.
“This is nutritional,” he countered.
It felt like we were flirting, but I couldn’t tell. He laughed under his breath and sat on the edge of the chair beside mine. Not too close. Not far enough.
“Why aren’t you with Cole and Holland?” he asked.
“They took Jaden to Six Flags,” I replied.
“I know,” he said. “They invited me. So you bailed on them?”
“I was unconscious. That doesn’t count as bailing. My dad basically banned me from getting out of bed. Said I was on the road to burning myself out,” I explained.
“Smart man. He and I both know about burnout. It isn’t fun,” Hunter said, throwing me off. “You look tired.”
“Everyone keeps saying that. Very flattering,” I chuckled.
“You look beautiful,” he said, then blinked and swallowed as his eyes swept quickly over every inch of my exposed skin. I felt a trail of heat, but his gaze on me didn’t last before he locked it down. I watched the heat in his pupils dissipate like water thrown onto a flame.
I blinked. My stomach flipped.
“Well,” I said after a second. “That was better.”
He huffed out a laugh, but his ears had gone slightly red. I hated how much I liked that.
“You still need to eat,” he said.
“So bossy,” I said in my flirtiest tone. It felt like he was trying to ask me to a meal but couldn’t get the words out.
“I’m making dinner,” he blurted.
I frowned. “For who?”
“For you,” he said, like a statement rather than a question.
That made me pause. “What?”
“I’ll make you dinner,” he said, like that was a normal thing to offer a woman he had almost dry-humped with his eyes in an elevator two nights ago. “Friendly dinner.”
“Friendly?” My voice went too high-pitched. Shit. I needed to get a grip.