Chapter 87

“Oh, God,” Derek moaned, leaning back in his seat and finally dropping his fork on the plate. “I shouldn’t have worn these jeans.”

“Yeah, you should have worn jogging pants with an elastic waistband.”

He glanced down at himself. “Did I really eat the whole thing?”

“Absolutely.” I took a sip of my coffee. It was late and I shouldn’t have been having caffeine, but tonight the rules didn’t apply. We’d stay up until dawn if Derek wanted to. “And we’re getting one to go, too.”

He stared at me with a musing expression. “You always do that. You bring me to these pastry shops or fix me ginger ice cream or pancakes for dinner, and yet, you don’t like sugar.”

“Well, youlove it.”

“Do you ever do anything just for yourself?”

“Yeah, like, all the time.”

“Name on thing.”

“I went to Norway, remember?”

“Pff. That was business. And you hated it.”

“I…take long showers and stay up at night and listen to books.”

“Wow. You clean yourself and have insomnia.”