Page 32 of The Truth in My Lies (Secrets of Suburbi 1)

His gaze was unnerving me even more than his words. I pushed the milkshake to the side and ran my thumb along the condensation outside the glass. “Are you going to go on that date with Sally’s daughter?”

“Who?”

“I don’t know her name. The doctor. Charlotte was saying she was going to set you up with whatever her name is. She might be good for you.”

“Charlotte never mentioned it to me. I don’t even know who Sally is.”

“Really?”

He put his elbows on the table and leaned forward too. “Really. Why? Are you jealous?”

I laughed. “No.”

“Then why’d you ask?”

“I was just wondering if you were dating anyone else.”

“Dating anyone else?” He smirked. “Are we dating?”

I felt my cheeks flushing. “You knew what I meant.”

“No, not really.”

“I’m thirty.”

“We’ve already had this conversation, Addy.”

“And I’m not really any clearer on what we’re doing.” I gestured back and forth between us. I wanted it to involve a heated session in the bathroom of this restaurant.

He pressed his lips together and leaned back in his booth.

The action made me want to climb over the table and kiss every inch of his perfect face.

“I asked you want you wanted earlier and you said you wanted a burger. Clearly I’ll give you whatever you ask for.” He licked his bottom lip. It was possible it was absentminded. But it made me cross my legs under the table regardless.

“I don’t know what you want me to say.” I couldn’t tell him that I wanted him. Not until I told him the truth. And I wasn’t ready for him to walk out that door. A part of me wanted to say nothing at all. The nurse thought he was my husband at the clinic. She did that because she knew I was on my husband’s insurance. And he easily could have seen my rings earlier tonight. There were plenty of signs. Maybe he knew and didn’t care.

“How about we just get to know each other?” he asked.

I sighed in relief. “I’d like that.”

“What’s your favorite kind of meat to have in your mouth?”

“Ha. Ha.”

“I was asking a serious question. If I was to cook for you, I’d need to know what to make.”

“The burgers from here would be hard to beat. But I don’t believe you for a second that your question wasn’t a sexual innuendo.”

“It’s not my fault if you have a dirty mind.”

I glared at him. “What kind of meat do you prefer in your mouth?”

He laughed. “I can assure you that I’m not gay.”

“Caught you red-handed.” I pointed to him. His smile was contagious. I wasn’t sure I remembered the last time I smiled quite this hard. It was my turn to ask a question. I wanted to know more about him, but I needed to make sure the question wasn’t invasive. Or else he’d ask me questions I didn’t feel comfortable answering. “What’s your favorite color?”

“Blue.”

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