“What are we waiting for?” the incredibly handsome man that had been standing next to her for the last five minutes asked in a conspiratory whisper that had her lips twitching.
“I’m not really sure, but whatever it was, it went fast,” Zoe said, gesturing to the empty metal pan in front of them.
He nodded solemnly. “Then it must be good.”
“Exactly,” she said, matching his nod and earning a killer smile that would no doubt make any other woman instantly fall head over heels in love with him.
“While we wait, can I interest you in some mashed potatoes?” he asked, gesturing to the pan of creamy mashed potatoes in front of him even as he reached down and adjusted his holstered firearm, making her inwardly sigh with pleasure.
There was just something innately sexy about police officers, she thought, absently wondering what it would take to get Trevor to play a little game of cops and robbers with her later.
Lips twitching, she held up her plate. “Please.”
With another one of those grins that she had to admit would give Trevor a run for his money, he scooped up a big spoonful of mashed potatoes on her plate. “Care for a double?”