Forget You by Jennifer Snyder Read Free Book Online

beer, then Eva let me chose
a pizza of my choice, saying that, since she was on a roll trying
new things tonight, she didn’t want to order her usual pepperoni
and cheese. So, I placed an order for the margarita pizza.
    “What comes on it?” Eva asked. Her index
finger ran along the outside of her beer bottle. “I like
margaritas, but is this pizza going to have lime or something on
it?”
    The bridge of her nose crinkled when she
asked the question, and I fought the urge to smile like an idiot at
her cuteness.
    “No limes, but the sauce does have tequila in
it.”
    Her eyes snapped to mine, and a dumbfounded
expression swirled within them. “Seriously?”
    “No.” I shook my head, and laughed. “I’m just
messing with you. There’s nothing that would hint to its name on it
actually, just basil and tomatoes, two types of cheese, and garlic
on top of some standard sauce.”
    “Oh. That sounds sort of light and amazing.”
She perked up, and began picking at the label on her beer bottle. I
found myself wondering if this was a nervous habit of hers. Was I
making this gorgeous girl nervous?
    “It’s good.” I nodded.
    “There’s no pepperoni though.” She took a
small sip of her beer before setting it down and meeting my stare
again. “Are you a vegetarian?”
    My face scrunched at her question. No one had
ever asked me that question before. I knew some guys were
vegetarians—hell, there were even some who were vegans, I was
sure—but I was nowhere near being either of those things. To each
their own, but that just wasn’t me.
    “Um, no,” I admitted cheekily.
    Her eyebrow arched, and she tilted her head
to the side as an amused smile twisted her lips. “Did I offend
you?”
    “No.” I took another swig of my beer, hoping
what I was about to say didn’t offend her in any way, or make me
seem like an ass. “I just don’t think the human race fought its way
to the top of the food chain so long ago to become vegetarians.” I
added a shrug at the end of my words to soften them.
    Eva laughed.
    Her head flung back, and she laughed at me
hardcore. There was nothing sexier to me than being able to make a
woman laugh. It was my biggest turn on. Any guy could make a woman
smile. They could even make a woman feel a million different
emotions at once, but it took real talent to make a woman genuinely
laugh—like eyes crinkling at the sides and tearing up,
abs-workout-of-the-year laugh.
    Dear God, Eva was beautiful when she
laughed.
    “That’s a good one,” she muttered while
finally gaining control over herself.
    “Thanks. There’s plenty more where that came
from.” I winked.
    Our waiter came with our pizza then. I moved
the little metal stand to the center of the table for him so he
could easily set the delicious thing down. “Are you ready to eat
the best meatless pizza of your life?” I grabbed the spatula our
waiter had left, and served her a slice.
    Eva nodded. “Holy cow, this thing smells
amazing.”
    “Wait until you taste it.” I grinned.
     

CHAPTER SEVEN
    EVA
     
    Margarita pizza was now at the top of my list
of favorite foods, that was for sure. I sat back against my booth
seat, debating whether I should have a third piece or stop at two.
I wasn’t one of those girls who ate like a bird in front of guys
because they were afraid they would look like a pig. It was more
about being able to move without feeling sick to my stomach
throughout the remainder of our date.
    “Are you going to have another?” Sawyer
asked. He’d already consumed half the pizza by himself.
    “I’m full, but this is so good.” I grabbed
the spatula, and cut the slice closest to me in half.
    “Right?” He beamed.
    After we paid our bill, and crammed the last
two slices in a to-go box, we headed to his car. The night air was
so cold it almost felt damp. Winter was not my season, and I hated
that it was just around the corner. The holidays weren’t nearly
enough to make me look forward to the icy rain, snow,