“They’re mine.”
He exhales sharply, dragging his tongue across his teeth, like he likes that answer. “And they all know about each other?”
“Of course they do.” I roll my eyes. “I’m not some cheater. I told them I was going to eat with you.”
He actually looks impressed. “No shit.”
I scowl, because I don’t like that reaction.
Like this is funny. Like he didn’t just stumble into something completely out of his depth.
He doesn’t understand yet.
But he will.
I open my notebook again. “Fine. Let’s start. How do you eat your steak?”
He blinks. “My what?”
“Your steak, Callum.” I tap my pen impatiently. “It matters.”
He shakes his head, laughing under his breath. “Jesus Christ. Medium rare.”
I relax. Good answer. “Dog or cat person?”
His smile flickers wider. “Dog.”
“Coffee or tea?” I ask.
“Coffee.”
“You better not put sugar in it,” I say.
He licks his lips. “What’ll you do if I do?”
“Reconsider this entire thing,” I answer.
He fucking laughs.
A real, full-bodied laugh. And damn him, I feel it again, hot and deep and throbbing between my legs.
He leans forward. “What else, sweetie?”
I glare. “Where do you live?”
“Trailer.”
I write it down.
Then pause.
Then slowly lift my gaze back to his.
His smile is nothing but teeth. “That a dealbreaker, baby?”
I tap my pen against my lip. “We’ll see.”
He grins. “I like you, Juliet Lovelace.”
