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Authors: Kim Carmichael
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“It’s for driving her around this week.”
“When is her car going to be ready?”
“Tonight.” He glanced at his watch, remembering to pick her up soon. She recognized Friday was a busy night at the shop and told him he could get her early. No matter how many times he begged Carlos to take his time with the vehicle, the asshole finished in less than a week. The whole car situation fell into his lap. The bonus landed Lindsay in the shop every day.
Shane put the cooler down to return to his art when Ivan appeared next to him. “What?”
“What does a good girl like little Lindsay prepare big bad Shane for lunch?” Ivan picked up the cooler.
“Hey.” He reached for it, but Ivan held it out of his reach.
“This is pretty heavy. She must think you’re a pig.”
“Give it.” He set his jaw.
“Either you open it, or I do.” Ivan put his finger on the button latch.
“You’re an ass.” He reclaimed his cooler and opened it himself.
They peered inside.
“I think that’s Tupperware.” Ivan pointed.
Everything in the cooler was neatly packaged and Shane hated to disturb it.
“You can’t lose that stuff. Women hate it if you lose their Tupperware, and if it’s Lindsay’s it’s all brand new.”
“I know. I’m not going to lose it.” He prayed he wouldn’t lose the Tupperware and pulled out the first plastic square.
Ivan leaned in as Shane lifted the lid. “Wow.”
“It’s a salad.” Her precision cutting technique had all the vegetables uniformly sliced and diced.
“And not just lettuce, there’s a good representation of different vegetables in there.” Ivan nodded. “She even put the dressing off to the side so it wouldn’t get soggy.”
Shane took a breath. Lindsay was all about the details and watching her work was fast becoming one of his favorite spectator sports. One second she was quiet and going through her papers, the next she was sternly giving him a lecture on finances. Half the time he didn’t understand what she said, but he loved watching her get all riled up. However with his money situation slowly being wrangled, she seemed to soften. Maybe it was time to plan an outing with her that didn’t involve business talk. With Lindsay, timing was crucial.
“What’s your second course?”
He blinked as Ivan interrupted his thoughts and retrieved a round container from the cooler, opening it to reveal a sandwich on a circular piece of bread that fit the Tupperware perfectly.
“That’s cool how she did that.” Ivan pointed. “What kind is it?”
He lifted the bread. “Turkey.”
“Healthy. She must not want you to die.” Ivan rubbed his hands together. “Keep going.”
He dug through the rest of lunch. A rectangular tub contained fruit salad, and a smaller square had cookies. Finally he pulled out a triangle one with a piece of cheese and some crackers.
“How does she do that?”
The lunch was as amazing as the woman who made it. His mouth watered. “What?”
“How does she make all those shapes fit together?” Ivan motioned toward all the containers.
“It’s so the food doesn’t get wrecked.”
“Only girls know how to do that.”
Shane pursed his lips. “Yeah, it’s pretty cool.”
“She even remembered a napkin.” Ivan held up a paper napkin with a floral design. “I guess she doesn’t want you to use your shirt anymore.”
“I like it.” He gathered the containers and went to the table.
“Yeah, I suppose a lunch like that has to be eaten at a table.”
Ivan joined him as Carson returned with the burritos.
“Why are we eating here?” Carson frowned at the table.
“Shane has too many accessories to eat on his lap.” Ivan laughed.
“Why does he have all that?” Carson wrinkled his nose.
“Miss Lindsay made him lunch.” Ivan winked. “Gentleman Shane thinks it’s to thank him for all the chauffeuring while her car’s getting fixed, but I think it’s because she wants to take a walk on the wild side.”
Shane
“When is her car going to be ready?”
“Tonight.” He glanced at his watch, remembering to pick her up soon. She recognized Friday was a busy night at the shop and told him he could get her early. No matter how many times he begged Carlos to take his time with the vehicle, the asshole finished in less than a week. The whole car situation fell into his lap. The bonus landed Lindsay in the shop every day.
Shane put the cooler down to return to his art when Ivan appeared next to him. “What?”
“What does a good girl like little Lindsay prepare big bad Shane for lunch?” Ivan picked up the cooler.
“Hey.” He reached for it, but Ivan held it out of his reach.
“This is pretty heavy. She must think you’re a pig.”
“Give it.” He set his jaw.
“Either you open it, or I do.” Ivan put his finger on the button latch.
“You’re an ass.” He reclaimed his cooler and opened it himself.
They peered inside.
“I think that’s Tupperware.” Ivan pointed.
Everything in the cooler was neatly packaged and Shane hated to disturb it.
“You can’t lose that stuff. Women hate it if you lose their Tupperware, and if it’s Lindsay’s it’s all brand new.”
“I know. I’m not going to lose it.” He prayed he wouldn’t lose the Tupperware and pulled out the first plastic square.
Ivan leaned in as Shane lifted the lid. “Wow.”
“It’s a salad.” Her precision cutting technique had all the vegetables uniformly sliced and diced.
“And not just lettuce, there’s a good representation of different vegetables in there.” Ivan nodded. “She even put the dressing off to the side so it wouldn’t get soggy.”
Shane took a breath. Lindsay was all about the details and watching her work was fast becoming one of his favorite spectator sports. One second she was quiet and going through her papers, the next she was sternly giving him a lecture on finances. Half the time he didn’t understand what she said, but he loved watching her get all riled up. However with his money situation slowly being wrangled, she seemed to soften. Maybe it was time to plan an outing with her that didn’t involve business talk. With Lindsay, timing was crucial.
“What’s your second course?”
He blinked as Ivan interrupted his thoughts and retrieved a round container from the cooler, opening it to reveal a sandwich on a circular piece of bread that fit the Tupperware perfectly.
“That’s cool how she did that.” Ivan pointed. “What kind is it?”
He lifted the bread. “Turkey.”
“Healthy. She must not want you to die.” Ivan rubbed his hands together. “Keep going.”
He dug through the rest of lunch. A rectangular tub contained fruit salad, and a smaller square had cookies. Finally he pulled out a triangle one with a piece of cheese and some crackers.
“How does she do that?”
The lunch was as amazing as the woman who made it. His mouth watered. “What?”
“How does she make all those shapes fit together?” Ivan motioned toward all the containers.
“It’s so the food doesn’t get wrecked.”
“Only girls know how to do that.”
Shane pursed his lips. “Yeah, it’s pretty cool.”
“She even remembered a napkin.” Ivan held up a paper napkin with a floral design. “I guess she doesn’t want you to use your shirt anymore.”
“I like it.” He gathered the containers and went to the table.
“Yeah, I suppose a lunch like that has to be eaten at a table.”
Ivan joined him as Carson returned with the burritos.
“Why are we eating here?” Carson frowned at the table.
“Shane has too many accessories to eat on his lap.” Ivan laughed.
“Why does he have all that?” Carson wrinkled his nose.
“Miss Lindsay made him lunch.” Ivan winked. “Gentleman Shane thinks it’s to thank him for all the chauffeuring while her car’s getting fixed, but I think it’s because she wants to take a walk on the wild side.”
Shane
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