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Their waitress arrived and gave him a pointed look. He obliged with his order. “Double bacon cheeseburger, extra bacon on the side, please.”
The waitress turned her attention to Lia, who worked to keep her voice even as she ordered. Nothing was wrong with her order, but compared to Maverick’s… “Garden salad, dressing on the side.”
As soon as the waitress left, Maverick balled up a napkin and threw it at her. “Come on. You’re still upset about that?”
Two weeks ago, she’d met one of her online matches for a first date. Upon seeing her, he’d looked her up and down then smirked. “Your profile didn’t say plus-size.” That one still smarted. She’s already been struggling with her body image as bad date after bad date had piled up, but that one… She didn’t like remembering that date.
Lia did her best to force a casual shrug, not that anything ever really looked casual when forced. “Doesn’t hurt to be healthy.”
“You’re one of the healthiest people I know. Your job is physically active, you work hard, and you take the stairs when most of us slobs are happy to ride in the elevator.”
“I can afford to lose a few pounds.”
“Whatever.” The word came out on a breath as Maverick reached for another napkin. “But don’t blame me if some of my bacon accidentally falls into your dressingless salad.”
“I got my dressing on the side.”
“Which is girl talk for ‘I look fat so I’m not eating the dressing but I-don’t want anyone to know I’m self-conscious about my weight.’”
He had her pegged. There wasn’t much she could say to that. Which made it a perfect time to change the subject. “How’d your date go? Or did you have two this week?”
Maverick fell against the seatback and gripped the edge of the table as though holding on for dear life. “Two. Don’t ever let me do that again.”
“What was wrong this time? I’m beginning to wonder if you’re too picky.” Talk about the pot and the kettle…
“No way. Friday night’s date was supposed to be five-foot-seven with red hair and green eyes.”
“Five-foot-two with black hair and glasses so thick I couldn’t tell her eye color.”
“Being short doesn’t automatically make her a bad person.”
“No, no. I can forgive short and even accept it was an accident and not outright dishonesty that painted her about five inches taller. Then I asked about her work in avionics. Turns out she works at a hobby shop.”
“A hobby shop?”
“Yeah. She sells model airplanes. Which translated to a career in avionics on her dating profile and falls about three steps beyond where I draw the honesty line.”