Or he would be. Tonight, Rick promised himself. Lowering the menu, he gave Marty a smoldering look.
Marty glanced up and smiled. “So what are you hungry for?”
This time Rick was ready. “You.”
Marty arched his brows in surprise, then a slow smile slid across his face. Beneath the table, his foot rubbed against Rick’s ankle. “That’s dessert.”
* * * *
Rick wasn’t kidding when he said he loved food in general, but his experience with Indian food in particular was limited to visiting a place in Carytown for their lunch buffet. While he had liked what he ate, the problem was he had no clue what any of it was called.