Page 88 of Crossing Lines

“In sexual favors?”

“That can be arranged.”

I grin before kissing his cheek. “I hope you know that you’re so handsome, I can’t even think.”

“That just means I’ll do the thinking for the both of us since you’re so impressed with and mesmerized by my looks.”

“I take it back,” I grumble. “I’m never going to compliment you again.”

“You’re a cruel, cruel woman.”

I laugh. “Are you now just figuringthis out?”

“Your big surprise is brunch?” I ask, just to fuck with Evren. The restaurant is a vibe with dark gray walls, plants everywhere to give some semblance of privacy, and the scent of bacon and pastries in the air. We’re seated at a table next to the windows that overlooks Skyrise, and it’s beautiful.

“And what if it is?”

“Then it’s perfect,” I say. “I love breakfast food.”

“Could’ve fooled me when all you eat is cereal.”

“I don’t want to spend the time or money on something more.”

Evren frowns. “If that’s the reason you don’t eat something else, I’m going to hire a private chef to make you whatever you want every morning.”

“Please don’t.” I cringe. “That sounds like torture.”

“Then I’m definitely going to do it.”

“Then you’re definitely not going to have any more orgasms.”

He snorts and then a voice interrupts us and says, “Evren.”

Evren turns and looks at the older man next to him.

“Harold,” Evren says, “nice to see you.”

I remember him from the charity event Elodie brought me to. The old owner.

“We never did get that drink,” Harold says. “I was beginning to think you didn’t want to meet.”

“It’s been a busy time, as I’m sure you’re aware.”

“Hmm, yes, I’ve heard the rumors.”

Evren stiffens before pasting on a strained smile.

“Which rumors particularly?” I ask.

“Nothing worth repeating,” Harold says, brushing me off.

There’s something about him that rubs me the wrong way. I stare at him, trying to piece it together.

“How about we make an appointment for next week?” Evren asks.

“Fine,” Harold says stiffly. “See you then.”

Once he walks away, I turn to Evren and say, “That man is off. There’s something about him that gives me a bad feeling.”

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