Chapter 176

Christina's POV The owner appeared, setting down two huge plates piled high with crab legs, shrimp, clams, and scallops—steaming hot, slathered in garlic butter and served with lemon wedges. "Dig in," I said. He snapped on a pair of disposable gloves, neatly peeled a shrimp, and held it out to me. I blinked, then snatched it with my mouth before he could change his mind. The rich, buttery taste filled my mouth. He ate carefully, occasionally glancing up at me. "You're inhaling it," he murmured, smiling slightly. "It's seafood. You have to eat it while it's hot." I cracked another crab leg. He watched me chew, a half-smile on his face. He clearly found my messy eating entertaining. I ignored him. By the time we paid and left, snow had started to fall. Thick, soft flakes coated the sidewalk and landed in Hudson's dark hair as we stepped outside. I shivered in the cold wind. The owner jogged out with an umbrella. "Here, take this. You'll be soaked in five minutes." "Thanks," Hudson said.