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It hits me again that this might not be as casual as I had originally assumed.

"Let's go, princess. I want to feed you before I have to get home to Oscar."

His words immediately shake me out of my thoughts. Enough to glare at him and say, "You makemesound like a dog. I don't need you to feed me."

He smirks and leans forward to nip my lip before soothing it with a kiss. "But I like feeding you."

When he pulls away with an odd look in his eyes, I almost wonder if that translates toI like taking care of you.

21

ISABELLA

Kane drives us to his choice of dinner location, much to my dismay. But apparently one riding lesson isn’t enough to make Kane let me drive.

"A cheesesteak?” I ask in confusion when I see where Kane pulls up. “That's what we're eating?"

He gives me an amused look over his shoulder. "Would you rather a fancy steakhouse, princess?"

I turn a glare on him.

He swings his leg over the bike to dismount, then extends his hand to me. Except when I let him help me off, he pulls me flush against his body as soon as I'm standing.

I suck in a startled breath at his close proximity. And that's even before he leans down to whisper in my ear, "I figured you wouldn't want to go someplace nice with shredded tights and a wet pussy. But if you want the thrill, I'm happy to take you to a fancy restaurant just so I can get you off on some expensive velvet chair while we're being served by a guy in a tux."

I can't stop the shiver that runs through me, and Kane zeroes in on how I immediately squeeze my thighs together. He smirks, and I know he knows exactly how much his words are getting to me.

"I—You—" I try to get the words out. "I—oh my God, you're sooverwhelming," I finally blurt out.

A loud laugh bursts from Kane. A smile spreads across his face and his eyes twinkle with happiness. Grabbing my hand, he tugs me after him.

"Have you had a Philly cheesesteak yet?" he asks once we’re standing in front of our destination. I shake my head.

"I figured. These aren't the best in the city, but they're something of a classic Philly cheesesteak experience, so I thought it might be fun to start you off with it. Plus, you need two people to do it."

I wonder if this is the first time that Kane's been a part of atwo. And I don't know if I'm imagining the pleased lilt in his voice when he says it, but either way, it makes me grip Kane's hand even tighter.

"I've heard of Pat's and Geno’s, but I never knew they were right across from each other," I comment.

Kane nods. "We'll get one of each, that way you can try both and make an official pick about which one you like better. It's tradition."

It takes us only a few minutes to get the cheesesteak from Geno's. When we cross the street to Pat's, though, there's a line wrapped around the building of people waiting to order.

"Is that a… is that asignon how to order?" I ask when we take our place at the end of the line.

Kane chuckles. "Yeah. Welcome to South Philly."

I squint and lean closer to read the sign.

Specify if you want your steak wit or without onions.

Specify plain-cheese whiz-provolone-American cheese or a pizza steak.

Have your money ready.

Practice all of the above while waiting in line.If you make a mistake, don't panic, just go to the back of the line and start over.

"This can't be real," I say with an incredulous laugh. "Will they really send me to the back of the line if I mess up?"

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