“Yes, I’m hungry, and no.” I’d been dreaming about eating a burger as big as my plaster-covered leg for the last year. Nothing about my fantasy involved vegetables.
“Thank God. Burgers then?”
Despite my irritation with Joshua, a small smile crept across my lips. He might be my exact opposite when it came to lifestyle, but when it came to taste in food, apparently we’d been separated at birth. And maybe some cake, I didn’t say. I was picky when it came to sponge, and I wanted to be able to take some time deciding on my first post-Yemen piece. “There isn’t much I wouldn’t do for a burger right now.”
“Interesting,” he said, sliding a glance at me as he tapped away on his phone. Then he sat down on the sofa opposite. “Maybe I can think of a few things.” I wasn’t sure how a dimple could be suggestive, but Joshua’s managed it.
His bold flirtations had never been directed at me before. It was sort of flattering, but I had to remind myself it was simply how he operated. He didn’t know how not to flirt. To Joshua, flirting was some kind of unconscious habit, as automated as breathing.
“It’s nice to see you haven’t changed a bit.”
“It’s nice to see you have.” He paused and for a split second, looked at me like we were long-time lovers rather than virtual strangers. He blinked twice, cleared his throat. “Except the disapproving scowl is still the same.”
“Hey,” I said, tossing an expensive cushion at him. He batted it away like candy floss. “I don’t scowl.”
He chuckled. “Don’t worry. It’s cute.”
Cute?
I was going to have to supercharge my forcefield.