The kiss, like always, made him blush. Clare knew better than to let him do that, especially out in public where they could be seen but honestly a part of him didn’t care. So what if the doctor caught them? Then maybe he could finally get that divorce. “I think you are the one with the dangerous appetite, boo.” He teased, his accent still as think as it normally was. “Sure.”
“Aww shucks, little old me? Dangerous?” He asked, a wide grin breaking out across his mouth, revealing dazzling white teeth. “Nah,” he chuckled. “But, I’d like to get a pizza, if that sounds a-okay, could get Chinese if you want, or Thai, or all three,” he said, pressing in to steal another kiss. “Could get all three, it’s been a hell’u’va long time since I’ve fallen into a wicked food coma. Thanksgiving, actually. Turkey really gets ya.”
