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“Don’t worry about it. I’m sure we’ll get the chance to talk about some of those things while you’re here.” There’s a warmth in his eyes that reaches out to me with that safe feeling again.
“That would be nice.”
“Eat, don’t let the food get cold.” He lifts his chin, motioning to the shrimp platter. “Continue with those.”
“Thank you.”
At least it seems that Asher and I are getting off to a good start.
We tuck back into the food and I devour all the shrimp and fish.
Everything is so delicious I'm now grateful there’s so much of it.
I remember Mom cautioning me to never eat as much as the guys.Sorry, Mom, this food is too good to resist.
I eat like a little pig and then some.
“This is all so good,” I state when I decide to take a break. My sides have only just started aching.
“You look like you enjoyed it.”
“Thoroughly. Did Kimberly make all of this?”
“She did. She’s a world-class chef.”
“I can’t believe you have a world-class chef in your home.”
“I don’t have time to cook and I hate junk food.”
And it shows. You can’t maintain a body like his on junk. “I need to eat better.”
“You will here.”
I guzzle the last of my wine and he watches me with a curious look crinkling his eyes.
“How are things since Massachusetts?” he asks, studying my face.
I was waiting for him to ask me about that. “They’re fine,” I lie, hoping he doesn’t see through the fakeness in my words andme.
“Really?”
“Yes. I sorted everything out.” I’ve done nothing but panic. He doesn’t need to know that though.
“Everythinglike what?”
“I'll be looking for a job Monday and going to lessons with my old violin teacher. Then there's are a few things I have to do at NYU.”
“How are you otherwise? Massachusetts was kind of a big deal.”
I get the feeling he knows things aren't right with me. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t be asking.
“I'm okay. And I swear I won't be any trouble or torch your car if you piss me off. I’m sure it’s worth more than me so I wouldn’t be able to compensate you.”
He sits back against the chair and levels me a hard stare. “The car isn’t worth more than you. However, I think we shouldgo over some house rules so you aren’t tempted to torch my cars.”
Cars… most people own one. How many does he have? I saw the two garages on my tour but Olga didn’t let me inside either of them.
“What are your house rules?” I raise a brow and keep my gaze fixed on him.
