Page 26 of Eat Slay Love
His voice dipped with wickedness.
I swallowed.
His gaze darkened. "And Iwaswaiting."
My breath caught.
He raised a brow. "So now. . .I imagine that your boyfriend is a surgeon of some sorts with a career-heightening schedule for tonight."
A surprised chuckle escaped me. "What?"
He studied me. "Is that why your boyfriend didn’t show?”
“No.”
“Not a surgeon?”
“Absolutely not.”
"Then, a highly decorated detective who just minutes before leaving for dinner, just found a pertinent clue for a case involving a deadly serial killer. He wanted to come, but he had to sacrifice this moment for the greater good."
I laughed—loud, unrestrained.
A couple ahead of us glanced over their shoulders.
I quieted, turned toward him, and whispered. "I don’t have a boyfriend."
He actually parted his lips in shock.
Then, he gave me a slow blink. The kind of blink that looked like a system reboot of some sorts.
His voice came out quieter, but somehow heavier. "No boyfriend?”
“None.” I shrugged. "Tonight. . .I am takingmyselfout on a date."
A slow smirk spread across his lips. "Aww."
I narrowed my eyes. "What?"
"How very American."
I scoffed. "Are you mocking America?"
"Unfortunately, mocking America is a fun hobby of mine."
I rolled my eyes, but I was smiling.
He tilted his head slightly. "Takingyourselfout?"
"Yes."
"That’s very nice." A beat passed. Then, a shift in his tone happened, and so goddamn smoothly he licked his lips and said, "However, tonight, I propose a plan."
"O-kay?"
"Take yourself outanothertime."
I blinked.
