The Healing Touch - Apryl Baker Page 0,36
food situation in her house growing up and how it affected her and her brother as adults. The sadness that swept through his eyes made her look away. She probably shouldn’t have told him, but Dimitri knew her better than anyone. He deserved to know these things because he’d trusted her with everything over the years.
“Don’t be sad, D. I have more than enough to eat now, and I appreciate food a lot more than some people do. It’s given me a unique perspective and drives me to try so many different things.”
“You know what we’re going to do?” His face brightened.
“What?”
“Every city we go to this summer, we’re going to track down at least one restaurant from that show and eat there.”
“You’re going to eat at places sure to send you into squirt gun mode?”
“Well, I’ll watch you eat while I starve with my glass of water and tiny slice of bread, but it’ll be fun. Something else to showcase on the social media pages. Speaking of which…” He pulled out his phone and leaned into Becca. “Smile, sweetheart!”
She barely had time to plaster on a grin before he was snapping photos. This was why he hadn’t sat on the other side of the table. He was picture-happy. As soon as he was satisfied, he posted to Instagram, the one social media site he knew how to navigate better than Becca did. That was why she’d linked his Facebook account to it, so every time he uploaded photos, it would post there as well.
The waitress interrupted their nonsense with their food, which caused him to take even more photos and post them. “This looks good.”
She snatched up one of the famous duck fries and had a little food orgasm right there on the spot. Divine.
“You should see your face.” Dimitri snapped another photo.
“Post it and you die.”
He stabbed his fork at her. “It shall be my blackmail photo.”
“Please. You think I don’t have at least a dozen of those I can use myself? More memes like the one of you running off the stage to the toilet?”
His eyes widened, and she snorted her laughter. “Promise me, Becca. No bathroom memes. I still haven’t lived the last ones down.”
“We’ll see. It all depends upon whether that photo you just took of me ever sees the light of day.”
Dimitri’s phone buzzed, and he looked down, alarmed. When he answered the phone, Becca saw it was Sara Jane, only she wasn’t just calling, she was FaceTiming him.
“I thought you were too busy to come eat with us? And now you’re posting food photos? What the hell, Dimitri?”
She sounded hurt, and Becca felt bad. “You can blame me. He refused to abandon me in the hotel.”
Dimitri tilted the phone so Sara could see her. “Is that you, Becca?”
“In the flesh.”
“It’s so nice to talk to you!” Sara beamed. “I know we’ve chatted in text and on messenger, but it’s great to finally put a face to the name. You could have come with, by the way. I invited you too.”
“I know, I’m sorry. I’m just not big on crowds, and Dimitri, being the awesome friend he is, wouldn’t let me sit by myself in a hotel room eating cold pizza while he was scarfing hot food somewhere.”
“We’re at the Hibachi place.” Sara Jane turned her head and spoke to someone before looking back at them. “I understand about the crowds too, honey. My daughter hates them. Are you guys coming over tonight to set up?”
“Yeah. I’ve been informed she’ll kick my ass if I don’t.”
“I said no such thing!”
“She did.” He nodded and leaned forward. “She even threatened to kick me in the balls so hard I’d be out of action for a whole month.”
“Asshole.” She bumped his shoulder. “You’re such a liar!” Well, she did threaten his balls, but not in the context he was joking about.
“I’m an author. I lie for a living.”
Sara Jane laughed at their antics. “You two are adorable.”
“See? I keep telling you I’m adorable, but why you refuse to see it, I don’t understand. Sara Jane gets it.”
“It comes from knowing you for so many years.”
“How long have you two known each other?” Sara looked over her shoulder and shrugged.
“What is it, eight, nine years or something?” He reached over and absently popped one of her fries into his mouth before she could stop him. Uh-oh. Duck really didn’t sit well with him.
“Ummm, D?”
“Yeah?” He reached for another fry.
“Do you want to spend the night on the