“Never is,” Cole replied. “When I eat here, I always ask for a booth back there—” he pointed, “—so I can hear myself think.”
“Smart move, I suspect.”
Cole repressed a shiver of desire when Gideon’s breath tickled his ear. He moved a step away, earning a lifted eyebrow and a knowing smile from Gideon. Thankfully, Gideon left it at that, without comment.
They remained quiet, people watching, until a waitress brought their bagged-up dinners. The drive to Cole’s house took ten minutes. Once they were inside, Cole set out plates and silverware on the table. Gideon opened the bags, distributing their food, then they began eating.
“You were right. The burgers are great. At least, mine is,” Gideon commented.