I can’t even process that information, because he is smelling me.
Smelling me.
And it isn’t rude. It’s lewd.
And I love it.
This man is a fucking menace.
“What is thethisI screwed up, exactly?” He touches me.
Not my waist. Not my shoulder.
My neck.
Oh, fuck.
I am going to climb him right here on the station steps.
“Let’s just eat,” I say, voice a little too breathy. “Do you have a car?”
He cocks a brow, like he knows.
Like he can hear what his touch did to me.
I try to recover. Focus.
“I need to stop at the store first,” I add. “I don’t take notes on my phone while eating. It’s rude. But taking notes by hand? That’s different.”
His smirk deepens. “That normal for you? Taking notes during dinner?”
“Yes, Callum.” I huff. “Who just eats? Like an animal?”
He laughs. A rich, low thing. Like he’s already won.
And I have the terrible, terrible feeling…
That this time?
He just might have.
“Meet me at the sub shop on Main Street in a half hour,” I say.
It’s neutral territory. A place where no one will bat an eye at someone like him strolling in. More importantly, a place where I can sit across from him and evaluate his table manners before I get in too deep.
Because if he eats like a fucking savage, this is over.
I use the half hour to recover. Buy a fresh notebook. A fresh start.
Then I call my men.
Orion is suspicious. Leery. “You sure about this one, baby? Want me to come watch?”
Sweet boy. Always ready to protect me from my own obsessions.
“Not yet,” I say. “But keep your phone on.”
Noah, my angel, is curious. Excited. “What do we know about him?”
