for the ice-cream. Thankfully, it wasn’t busy in the pizza place and it didn’t take as long as usual to get our order.
I also had potato wedges and a side of cheesy garlic bread because, well, Kai was paying.
And if he was smart, he’d remember that the way to my heart was through free food.
And my grandma. But she wasn’t here right now. So it was food.
I took my carb-heavy loot back to the truck. Kai was already waiting for me in the front seat, and he looked up from his phone when I opened the door.
“That didn’t take long.”
“Nope. They weren’t busy.” I set the boxes on my seat, and he picked them up to put them in the back.
“Christ, Ivy, what did you buy? The entire pizzeria?”
“Maybe. I think my eyes are bigger than my stomach.” I grimaced when he tilted the pizza boxes. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, don’t manhandle my food like that!”
He dropped his head and straightened the box.
I hopped into the truck, buckled in, and motioned for him to put the food on my lap. He handed it over, and I nestled our dinner snug on my thighs. The traffic was still quiet so it literally took us mere minutes to get to our building and park up.
Thank God.
I really, really needed to pee.
We got out of Kai’s truck, and I was bouncing by the time my feet touched the ground. I was also pretty sure I was making some weird little squeaking noises that were more in place in a forest full of squirrels, but holy hell, I needed to go.
“Are you all right?” Kai asked, fumbling with his keys.
“No! I gotta go!”
“Go where?”
“To pee!” I squeezed my thighs shut. “Damn it, here!” I shoved the food at him and pulled my keys out of my purse. I didn’t have nearly as many keyrings as he did so I was able to find my key and slip it into the main door within seconds.
Honestly.
You’d think the man was a hotel school janitor, not a builder.
“Put your janitor’s keys away,” I said, rushing through the door. “I gotta go.”
His laughter followed me up the stairwell. I took the stairs two at a time. I was as close to sprinting as I ever would be in my life—I was not a runner—and even rushed past Vincent as the slushie I’d had at mini golf finally caught up to me.
I vaguely heard Kai apologize to one of our elderly neighbors, probably Vincent, but I didn’t stop on my mission to the bathroom.
My apartment door came into view and I shoved my key into the hole, unlocking the door. I left the door wide open as I rushed into my apartment and locked myself in the bathroom.
I swear to God, I was going to buy this bathroom a lordship by the time this pregnancy was over.
No, don’t look at me like that.
Scott Disick did it.
I could buy my porcelain throne one for sure.
I washed my hands when I was done and let myself out of the bathroom. Kai was standing by the island with the food laid out, and I paused in the hall.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“That’s a lot of food,” I mused. “It’s not made for skinny jeans.”
He sighed. “Go and put on your pajamas.”
Oh, God, this was the best first date ever.
“Remember this when you say you don’t want to date me for real,” he called after me.
I couldn’t stop the laugh that barked out of me. He wasn’t wrong—this was officially the only date I’d ever had where I was actually told to put pajamas on.
I didn’t disappoint. I switched my cute shirt and skinny jeans for pajama shorts with a banana print and an old tank top with a penguin on it. Both were loose and comfortable, and when I reentered the kitchen, Kai had everything open and ready to serve.
Including plates.
Oh, God.
This was so hot.
Pajamas and pizza.
Drool.
Best. Date. Ever.
I put a little of everything—aka one hundred slices of pizza—on my plate and curled up in the corner of the sofa. I wasn’t as fancy as Kai was with his so-called dining table.
I was pretty sure it was just a tall coffee table, to be honest.
I moaned as the mix of hot cheese and sauce hit my tongue. It was such good pizza. Hot Stone Pizzeria was literally the best in the state of Montana, and I’d fight anyone who tried to me tell me otherwise.
Which meant I’d win, because nobody would fight