“You’re such a snob,” Trip retorted.
“Like you’re not as well. And like you weren’t testing me.”
Trip grinned. “That was one of my favorite restaurants, and Marc actually ordered my favorite dish, but I wanted to see what he was like, how he’d feel if I ordered not only off menu, but ordered something that was bound to piss the chef off.”
Her eyes rounded. “You really were testing him!”
He nodded. “I wanted to see what kind of guy Marc was.”
“What kind of pizza was it?”
Ryan laughed. “Why does the topping matter?” He turned around, eyes sparkling to look back at her, and Trip caught the warmth in that look.
Sure, it was s*x and heat, passion and want, but it was also love.
Ryan had told him and Marc that he’d admitted his feelings for El. He’d also stated that he knew it was far to
