Page 131 of Be My Compass

“Gone.”

“Didn’t go well?”

“She’s Harriet’s daughter.” Kastle steps closer to me.

“It was a set up.” I scowl. “And you stayed.”

“So did you.”

I lift my chin. Glare at him. “I can do what I want. You don’t dictate who I hang out with.”

“Who was the suit?”

“That’s none of your business.”

“Do you even know his name?”

“Harold.”

“You just made that up.”

“It’s not like you can prove it.” I scoff.

He hooks a finger at the restaurant. “Should I?”

“Jerk.”

His black SUV rolls around. The valet hops out and hands over the keys.

Kastle stares at me. “Get in the car, Kaelyn.”

Damn him and his sexy voice. “You don’t tell me what to do.”

“We can stand here and argue then.” He folds his arms over his chest.

The valet glances between us, a startled look in his eyes. “Sir? There are cars waiting.”

Kastle remains still. Dark eyes take me in. Striking obsidian. Bottomless black. Beautiful.

“You trying to intimidate me?” I spit.

“Of course not.”

“Go find your date, Kastle. Stop wasting my time.”

He doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t move.

Horns start honking. Someone yells in the background.

Kastle’s engine is still running. The headlights are on, flashing silver in the darkness.

“You made your point.” He juts his chin at the car.

“Sir!” The valet looks like he's about to have a heart attack.

Kastle moves closer to me. “Get in, Kae.”

“Screw you.”

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