Chapter 9

Chunky Cheese and A Beefy Smorgasbord


"Who got the triple meat platter?"

I look up at the waitress as she addresses our table and nearly fall out of my chair when I take in the largest pile of meat I've ever seen. It's huge and almost disgusting as portions of it are lathered in a gravy of sorts as the thick, brown goop seeps underneath the small ear of corn and around the bread roll.

"That'd be me!" Emmett points to himself with a huge grin on his face as if he'd just won the lottery. "Baby, I'm fixin' on shovin' all this shit down my pie hole. One juicy piece at a time."

"You are the man, baby," Rose coos, and I instantly feel the need to upchuck on his meat mound. "If you finish all your food I've got desert waiting just for you."

Never, and I mean never, have I ever seen Rosalie act this way with any man, let alone a man beast that can put away half a chicken, a side of beef, and a rack of pork ribs in one sitting without getting an ounce of food on him.

"Grilled chicken salad and the Ginormous Bacon Avacado Burger?"

I look over at Edward's plate. It's almost as huge as Emmett's. It's a heart attack on a bun and that's putting it lightly.

"You're salad looks…good," Emmett says, cramming a slick drumstick between his lips. "What is that? Chicken?"

Before I can reply and take a bite of my own meal, a sharp intake of air fills my lungs when out of the corner of my eye I watch as Edward brings a pickle spear up to his mouth, slide it in between his lips, and close his eyes. Everything, the whole darn scene, plays out in slow motion, and I'm momentarily unaware that I just dropped a cherry tomato down the front of my blouse.

"You okay?"

I blink several times as the sound of Edward's voice pulls me out of my naughty daydream of a certain sexy bearded man and plump pickles.

"You're drooling, Bells."

Best friend or not, I just might have to take Rosalie out at the kneecap.

I try my best to ignore everything and everyone around me as I focus on my beautiful, healthy salad. It's been about six hours since my last meal and I can already feel my belly start to grumble when I bring a forkful of veggie goodness up to my mouth. I breathe in the blue cheese salad dressing and feel my mouth begin to water. Nana Swan insisted that there was no other dressing like it, clumps and all. She was right because the feel of those tasty, little nuggets rolling around in your mouth are simply…

I wish I was able to finish my train of thought about the wonders of chunky blue cheese salad dressing but the moment Edward grips on to my thigh just above my knee I nearly choke on the chunks. "Have you ever been on a Harley, Bella?"

Oh, dang.


Until Next Time...

OzellaMarie