“Do you like pizza, Sarah?” he asked, as if he had no idea he was driving the woman next to him crazy with a touch.
One dainty shoulder lifted. “Not very much.”
“No? Then why does your Gramma bring you here to eat?”
“Because I like Charlie Cheddar very much.” She sighed dreamily and scrunched up both shoulders. “I’m gonna marry that mouth.”
“Is that a fact?”
“Yeth. I’ll be Mithuth Charlie Cheddar, and I’ll live in a big hole in the wall.”
“That sounds like fun,” he said, finally allowing Candy to tug her hand away. Hiding a smile, he picked up his glass.
Gerty eyed Candy solicitously. “Is something wrong dear? You look a bit warm.”
Price pretended to study Candy’s face. “She does, doesn’t she?”
“I’m fine,” Candy assured them brightly, but the promise of retribution glinted in her eyes.
“Here you go, kid.” Charlie deftly slid the pie and four paper plates on the table.
Candy took advantage of the diversion to lean close to Price. “Knock it off.”
“Knock what off?” he murmured.
“You know damned well what. Hands to yourself.”
“You’re no fun.”
“Thankth for the pit-tha, Charlie,” cooed Sarah.
“Just doing my job, kid.”
“Can I have a thoda?"
“You bet. Enjoy the pie.”
“I mean it,” hissed Candy, picking up a napkin to fan her cheeks.
He should get directly down to business, but it had been ages since he’d had this much fun. Besides, Gep liked to say Price could charm the pharaohs’ secrets out of the Sphinx herself. Wouldn’t take but a few minutes to coax a clue or two out of Gossipy Gerty.
“Boy, I sure am hungry!” said Candy.
“Are you all right, dear?” Gerty asked. “You’re awfully flushed. Why, you look almost feverish.”
“Don’cha ‘member, Gramma? Mith Bimthon told you Mith Candy hath the hotth. I heard you talking to Mama.”
“Sarah Jane!” gasped Gerty.
“No, no, no,” moaned Candy, dropping her head to the table. “This is not happening.”
Prince patted her back. “Does this mean you don’t have the hots ?”
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