Page 32 of Burning Love
She didn’t think he was insulting her either and she had to wonder what was going on here.
“I thought we were going to see where things led?” he asked.
“We are. It’s leading us to a perfectly cooked steak, a few scorching kisses, and an uncomfortable conversation.”
He laughed. “You’ve got a good personality. Most women would be getting pissy right about now.”
“And what did I say about me not being like most women?”
He nodded and went back to his dinner.
She cleared her throat.
“That silence didn’t even last a full minute. My mother taught me not to talk with my mouth full.”
“I bet you were close with your mother, right? Or not after you found out about your father?” He held her stare and chewed slowly as if he was doing it so he didn’t talk. “And you don’t have to answer that.”
“I don’t plan on it.”
And that was most likely who burned him.
Poop!
She knew what it was like to carry around the burden of losing her father. Or never having one in her life.
He hadn’t in his teen years either.
Then probably felt betrayed by the only parent he had.
She’d be devastated if her mother lied that deeply to her.
“Let’s lighten things up. If you’re interested in seeing me again, I’d like that.”
“I don’t see a reason not to.”
“Oh jeez. Thank you for gracing me with your presence.”
He laughed. “You’re welcome.”
“Next Sunday I’ve got a dinner thing with Elias.”
“Are you going to drink beer? Do you?”
“It’s not my favorite thing to drink, but he did make a few I liked. I might have one.”
She and her mother were going to have dinner with Elias and Phoebe. Since he was the only other sibling close by, her mother still had to get her visits in when she could.
Talia felt it had more to do with her mother snooping around Elias’s relationship that he’d had for about seven months now.
“It’s some good shit,” he said.
“I’ll let him know you said that.”
“You’re going to tell your brother about me?”
“Nope. Not yet. Or maybe not at all. I’m not sure. My mother will figure it out at some point, but for now, I’m keeping a lid on it. As we said before, we don’t know where things are going to go.”
“I know how I’d like them too.” He was wiggling his eyebrows.
