When the main dishes arrived, he took half of Julie’s fries and gave her half his baked potato and steamed vegetables. Her unexpected confession had explained a lot of her behavior since that double date at the pub. Former “fat girl?” He’d never cared for that term. Aye, it explained a lot. The vulnerability she showed, and the courage it took in confessing her personal anxieties touched his heart and fascinated him further. Julie excused herself and Lorcan watched her walk toward the restroom. The waiter stood at his elbow. “Can I get you anything else, sir?” Lorcan motioned to the milkshake glass, which was still mostly full. “Put this in two take-away cups please, and I’ll wait until the lady returns to see if there is anything else.” The waiter reached for the drink and scurried off. Lorcan placed his hand on his stomach. Bloody hell, his guts roiled. He wasn’t used to all this deep-fried rot. Never keen on it. Food issues. He supposed he was lucky, genetically speaking.
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