The first bite tastes like heaven and makes me moan and roll my eyes as I slide the fork out of my mouth. Ashford takes a seat next to me and digs in with his own fork. We take a couple of more bites in silence when my conversation with Tyler pops back into my mind.
“Tyler told me something interesting tonight,” I say, swallowing another bite.
“What’s that?” he asks me, raising a curious brow as he takes another bite then looks at me.
“He said that when he tried to do the shot off of me that you gave him a look like you’d kill him,” I answer, watching for a reaction but seeing none, his face entirely impassive.
“My face scares a lot of people,” he says, shrugging it off. “Besides, he was drunk.”
“It’s not true then?”
He looks at me, eyes guarded as they study me. “What do you
