Page 80 of Ewan

“The food will arrive shortly,” Blake says once we slide into our seats. “Coffee?” he asks, moving his eyes from me to him.

“Yes,” Ewan says.

He gives the man instructions on how we like our drinks to be.

“You remembered,” I say, hinting at the night when I had made coffee for us.

“It wasn’t that hard.”

The food arrives.

Mousy has a special chair with enough room for her treats and a bowl of water.

A few moments later, we eat our food.

It’s fresh and delicious.

“Do you do this often?” I ask, and his phone starts ringing.

He picks it up and glances at the name, calmly chewing on his food.

“I need to take this,” he says abruptly.

“Sure,” I murmur.

The phone is still ringing when he pushes out of his seat and walks out of the cafe.

I find it interesting but not unusual.

There’s no reason to share his personal life with me.

I finish my salad and eat my sandwich before I glance over my shoulder. He’s no longer in front of the cafe.

I check the time on my phone, aware I’m pressed to collect Mousy and return.

Miss Stolz would be back soon.

“I’m sorry. It took longer than I’d planned,” he says behind me, and I set my phone back, looking at him.

“Everything good?”

“Yes, everything’s fine,” he says and resumes eating. “What were you asking me?”

“If you were doing this often.”

“Eating in Manhattan? Yes,” he says, grinning.

That call must’ve been the bearer of some good news.

“With people like me?”

Looking down, he flashes a knowing smile.

“Do you mean women?”

“Women like me?” I clarify.

He chews thoughtfully before setting his fork down and drinking some coffee.

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