Page 27 of It's Always Been You
He narrows his eyes at me. “But I want you.”
“Gabe, it would practically be malpractice for me to help you start your foundation when there’s a brilliant attorney who specializes in that kind of work literally down the hall.”
He sighs dramatically. “Okay, fine, but without the excuse of legal work to get you to talk to me, I’m just going to have to find other ways to see you. So…how about dinner?”
“Dinner?”
“Yes, Rory. Dinner. With me. At a restaurant. Let me pick you up and take you out.”
“Like a date?”
He shrugs casually. “Sure, if that’s what you want to call it.”
“Is that what you would call it?”
“Listen, I’m just calling it dinner, but if you want it to be a date, who am I to argue?”
I drop my head back and laugh. I forgot about the way Gabe could talk his way into or out of anything. “Okay, fine. Take me to dinner.”
The smirk he gives me tells me he knows exactly what I’m thinking. “How’s Saturday? Six?”
“Sure, Saturday at six.”
He grins. “Wear something sexy.”
“Jesus Christ,” I mumble. “Now can I introduce you to Emma?”
“Sure, and it works perfectly because I ordered lunch, and it’ll be here in half an hour.”
“You did what?”
He grins at me. And fuck, this man’s cheerful grins are going to end me.
“I ordered lunch for you and your friends. And, well, me, I guess, since I’m here and I’m not leaving unless you kick me out. You still like tacos, right?”
I will not fall back in love with him on the spot.
I will not fall back in love with him on the spot.
I will not fall back in love with him on the spot.
Maybe if I say it enough times, I’ll believe it.
I sigh because I know it’s probably inevitable.
“Yeah, Gabe, I still like tacos.”
He lights up like I just proposed marriage instead of confirming that my favorite food is the same as it has been for my entire life. Then he stands, holding a hand out for me.
“Lead the way.”
I take it and feel the now familiar buzz under my skin. I wonder what the fuck I’m getting myself into—and why I don’t hate it at all.
Chapter Eight
Molly
Tell me something that’s better than walking down a sunny street on a day when it’s finally warm enough to wear your favorite spring dress and sandals and a brand-new pedicure on your toes.
