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“Not exactly.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“They asked me to leave after a month.”
“You got kicked out of the Boy Scouts? How old were you?”
“Eleven. Turned out I was pretty good at lighting campfires, and how was I supposed to know the Scout building had flammable siding?”
I choked on my coffee. “You set the place on fire?”
“It was an accident.”
I regarded him closely over the rim of my cup. “An accident like breaking Kellan’s jaw was an accident?”
“A more accidental accident.”
“So you did hurt him on purpose?”
“I only meant to leave a bruise, but he didn’t get out of the way in time.”
“Why? Why would you do that?”
A muscle in Hawk’s jaw ticced. “Because I didn’t like the idea of him spending the weekend with you.”
I wasn’t sure whether to be mad or merely exasperated.
“He was helping me out as a friend, that was all. He was going to sleep on an air mattress. If you hated the plan, why didn’t you say something when I told you about the trip on Monday?”
“I should have.”
“Yes, you should—”
“Ma’am, here are your waffles. If you want more syrup, just give me a holler. Sir, here’s your omelette. Do you want any sauce with that?”
“Nope.”
“Can I top off your drinks?”
I held out my cup. I was walking a fine line between caffeine consumption and bathroom availability, but I figured I could use a refill.
“So, what is your favourite food?” Hawk asked once the server had returned to the counter. “Waffles?”
“Don’t think you can just change the subject.”
For a moment, he didn’t move a muscle, but then he fixed those pale-blue eyes on me, his gaze so intense that I wished I hadn’t called him out. Mom’s voice echoed in my head. Silence is a virtue, Aggie. Fucking around with Hawk was easy. Finding out what lurked in that twisted mind of his was not.
“Agatha, I made a mistake, and I’m sorry.”
I swallowed hard. Because a genuine apology had been the last thing I expected, and I had no idea how to handle it.
Hawk was such a freaking enigma.
“Uh, fancy chocolates. I like fancy chocolates.” When he didn’t object to me pinballing around the conversation, I carried on. “Once a month, I treat myself to a box, and sometimes Bradley brings me extras.” Bradley was Emmy’s assistant and the world’s biggest shopaholic. Luckily, Emmy was married to a billionaire, or she might have ended up penniless, albeit with great shoes. “And I also like cheese, but the French kind, not the American kind. Someday, I’d love to visit Paris.”
“Cheese and chocolate are staple foods over there.”
“Have you been?”
