He couldn’t remember ever eating a better meal. Riley might be unpredictable and beyond annoying, but he had to admit she could really cook. He was trying very hard to ignore her, but it wasn’t easy. Darius sat between them at the counter that faced the window and all three of them hardly spoke while they ate. Darius kept giving the two of them intent looks, and Alec had the feeling that he was trying to impart some telepathic message to him. Too bad he didn’t have the skill to pick up on it. Darius apparently had never eaten pizza before and had mooched pieces from both Riley’s and his pie as “experiments in cultural appreciation.” It had been worth losing the food to see his expression as he bit into the overburdened crust with every single topping available in the store. He’d stifled a laugh as Darius picked off the remaining anchovies before finishing the slice. Now, replete and bordering on uncomfortable, Alec wondered what they were going to do.
