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“Food.”
He chuckled. “That’s helpful. I’ve got a place.”
My phone buzzed.
Lexi: Where are you?
Having a late dinner with the boss.
Lexi: Really? K. See you at home.
Nate looked over at me while I typed.
“My roommate, Lexi. She’s just wondering where I am.”
“I didn’t ask. But did you tell her you were staring at your boss?” he asked with a straight face as he glanced over at me.
“Wow, what an ego,” I said with an eye roll. “I wasn’t staring at you.”
We pulled up to a Greek hole-in-the-wall with anOpen All Nitesign. He put the truck in park and turned to me. “Don’t throw those fucking signals at me, Stella, or you’re going to find yourself on the right side of my bed.”
“Why the right?”
“Because I sleep on the left,” he said as he leaned in. “And you’ll sleep on the right. Every man needs a right girl.”
“Nate—”
“I don’t play games. I don’t have time for them. I’ve wanted you since the minute you walked that beautiful ass into my paper and I’ve made that clear.”
The truck had no air. None. I looked him over, his intensity never wavering.
“The next time you look at me like that, I’m going to make good on at least five of the scenarios I have going on in my head.”
“So, it’s a sex thing.”
“No, it’s aStellathing.” He leveled me with his stare. The timbre of his voice filled with pure temptation. “I want to split a paper with you over breakfast. I want to find out what your favorite movie is. I want to know everything about you, and despite my best efforts, you’ve given me less than shit. I want you in a million different ways, but when you look at me like that, all I can think of isone.”
My throat went dry as I let my eyes trail down to his clenched fists. “I got hurt.”
“I know. Let’s eat.”
CHAPTER THIRTY
“Everlasting Friend”
Blue October
Nate sat in the booth, his back to the window, his arm along the back of the booth as the waitress took our order—two gyros and a basket of fries.
“So, what happened?” Reid had asked the same question.
He forgot about me.
I damn near laughed at the irony, and Nate furrowed his brows.
“Sorry, if you only knew how much of a coincidence that question is—was. And I don’t want to talk about it. Ever.”
He nodded.
