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annoyingly bright grin formed across his mouth. “Sure I do. Come on.”
    Sasha ha d always known she was awkward with guys and this just added further to the obvious. She was trying but Nick made her nervous, they stood close enough that with every inhale she caught the scent of his cologne and whatever he was wearing sent a shiver right down to her toes. Anyone with eyes could see he was attractive and she had eyes but over the last year she noticed Nick as a team mate and a challenge to best , not a man. This was dangerous, she mused, dangerous to her psyche.
    Inside the resta urant they were greeted by the s ound of lively country music and happy customers chatting away. The hostess grabbed two menus and walked them over to a booth. “You two aren’t familiar, new to town?” she asked with a big smile that added to her bursting curiosity.
    Show time. “Sort of,” Sasha began. “I grew up here and left after my parents suffered a tragedy. I’m Maggie Walker and this is my husband Connor.” She made sure her words were soft and still carried some of that Texas twang she had gotten ride of over the years Maggie might still have today.
    The woman, who Sasha didn’t recognize, went still as she thought the name over. “I remember hearing something about that. I’m glad you’ve decided to return.” Her big smile returned. “Your waitress will be here over soon. Enjoy your stay.”
    Sasha let out the breath she had been holding. “That wasn’t too bad.”
    “You did good and didn’t even choke on saying husband.”
    “I pictured Brad Pitt in your place.”
    He let out a big laugh that fit right in with the crowd around them. “That was a good one.”
    “This marriage needed some humor. Let’s figure out what we’re ordering .”
    “A grill in Texas, the only respectable option is a big juicy steak.”  
    “I don’t like eating anything that might wink at me.” Bloody rare meat made her want to vomit.
    “There is such a thing as well done.”
    “No thanks. Chicken is my go-to take out meal. You can’t really screw it up.”
    “I beg to differ. My sister Emily can butcher any type of meal, even a simple can of corn.”
    It was Sasha’s turn to let out a big laugh. “You can’t be serious.”
    “We were barbequing a few years ago and she thought it’d be easier to put the can of corn on the grill instead of heating it in a pot. It exploded straight up into the air and took out one of the front windows. “
    “Wow. A corn-by shooting.”
    They put a lid on their laughter when the waitress came over to take their order. She was a young girl who looked to still be in high school.  She reminded Sasha of the odd jobs she had taken to save up to leave town. The very last day of high school she packed up her car and never looked back. There was a stab of jealously when she heard Nick talk about his family. They sounded amazing even if he could be a pain in the ass.
    When the food arrived it was set on a huge glass platter loaded with twice the serving amount big city restaurants would serve. Nick was excited to dig in and she wondered if he had eaten anything before their flight. The wonderful smells coming from her roasted chicken breast and baked potatoes reminded her during all the rushing to pack her stomach remained empty. The servings were extra large but by the end of it both their plates stood empty.
    “I didn’t think you could fit it all.” Nick eyed her empty plate then looked toward her stomach. “Where did you fit it?”
    “I have a secret compartment. You on the other hand look ready to pop.” It wasn’t true, he looked like he could get up and run ten miles without breaking a sweat. He was in perfect shape that way. “Are you ready to go now?”
    “And skip dessert? No way, babe.” Just like that he got her stomach to twist back into a knot with nervousness. She knew it was apart of his act as her pretend husband but nonetheless the way he tossed babe out there with easy