Pizza My Heart 1 by Glenna Sinclair Read Free Book Online

of jealousy at the way she beamed up at him lovingly. “I know you’re both busy people. I was just wondering, though, June, if you could please help me find my car. I parked it a couple of blocks away because I got the directions mixed up, and I’m not familiar with the neighborhood, especially now that it’s dark.”
    “I have no idea where you parked,” I said. It sounded a lot like Devon wanted to get me alone.
    “Oh, June, for goodness’ sake,” Nana complained. “Help the man. He’s not from here, like we are. It’s completely natural to get turned around. He asked you nicely.”
    Sure, he asked me nicely, but I was pretty certain that he was going to stop being so nice once we were outside. Outside, I wasn’t sure what he was planning to do.
    “Nana, it was such a pleasure,” Devon said. “I really do think you’re my biggest fan.”
    “I bet you say that to everyone,” she said, giving a girlish laugh. I had to smile behind my hand at her.
    “I’ll be back in a couple minutes, Nana,” I said, raising my eyebrows in a warning to Devon. “Any longer than that and you better call someone.” Someone like the cops, maybe, or the paparazzi to scare the man away.
    “Oh, June, you’re such a teaser,” she said. “Go on, then. I’m sure Devon has places he needs to be.”
    “I do, in fact, several,” he confirmed. “Thank you again for your hospitality.” I noticed for the first time the pair of teacups and the plate of cookies between them. God—how long had he been here? All evening?
    “Be right back, Nana,” I said again as a reminder to him. He followed me to the front door and I practically pushed him through it.
    “Hey, careful,” he said as he stumbled out onto the front stoop.
    “You be careful,” I shot back lamely. “What the hell do you think you’re doing here, anyway? This is my house. How did you even get the address?”
    “It wasn’t hard,” he said. “I called the pizza place. Got some more details about you. Made some other calls until I found the place.”
    I squeezed my eyes shut, hard, and rubbed my forehead. “That still doesn’t explain why you’re even here.”
    “Look, I’m just trying to do some damage control,” Devon said, his million-watt smile fading from his face. It was almost a relief, as if I were going to go blind if I kept staring at it for too long.
    “What kind of damage control?” I asked, frowning at him. “And why did you have to drag Nana into this? When she figures out what kind of person you really are, you’re just going to disappoint her. Couldn’t you do without that on your conscience—disappointing a little old lady?”
    “She was nothing but pleased in there,” he said. “The only person who would disappoint her would be you.”
    What ripe new bullshit was this? “Watch your goddamn mouth,” I warned him. “You don’t know anything about Nana, and you know even less about me.”
    “Delete the photo, June.”
    “The photo I just took of you and Nana? Hell, no. She’d kill me.”
    “You know that’s not the photo I’m talking about.” He scowled, and I instantly realized just the photo he was interested in and laughed.
    “Oh, no,” I said. “That photo isn’t going anywhere. It’s too good to delete. I’m probably going to make it my wallpaper on my phone. It makes me laugh every single time I see it.”
    “If that photo gets out, it would be a PR disaster,” he groaned.
    “What kind of PR disaster?” I asked, cocking my head at him. “The kind of disaster where your fans see how you really are? That you trash hotel rooms? That you can’t clean up after yourself? Would it be the bottle-of-vodka-you-can-see-in-the-background type of disaster? Drinking alone, in the middle of the day? Bingeing on pizza? Is that a disaster? That’s not so bad. Or would it be the fact that you tried to force yourself on me? That’s a pretty big disaster, I’d think.”
    Devon surprised me by laughing. “Okay, I