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I’m not sure if I’ll be able to handle faking a relationship with Roman after all.
After dinner, Roman and I decide to stroll around the bustling streets of downtown.
“I can’t believe you said that to them,” I say with a laugh. It’s a chilly night, but the cool air on my hot skin is invigorating. There’s a hint of mischievousness at the way Roman stares at me. Like he says things like that all the time.
I’d call dinner a success. Eden and Sadie will report that I’m dating Roman and life will be great.
“I’ve always disliked people who think they’re owed something because they have a little popularity.” He grabs my hand in his. “Why did they feel they could come up to our table and interrupt us?”
I blink. “I think they were stunned you were on a date with me.”
“Why?”
“Well, because you don’t date. And because you’re you, and I’m me.”
He stops walking. “What does that mean?”
I glance down at the cobblestone sidewalk before gazing back up at him. “You and I are opposites. I like rules and order, and, well, you break all the rules and thrive on chaos.” I drop his hand.
He laughs a little. “Do you think I’m chaotic?”
I nod.
“What’s chaotic about me?”
I think a minute before saying, “Maybe you’re not that chaotic as much as you create chaos within people.” To prove my point, my heart slams around in my chest as his eyes drop to my lips.
He steps closer, fixated on my mouth. “How so?”
The air shifts. A charged energy surrounds us, and I can feel the chaos swimming through my veins. “You just do,” I whisper. I take off walking to break the intensity forming between us.
He blows out a deep breath and walks beside me, not pressing me further. Which is a good thing because I seriously think he might have kissed me. And that would have been chaotic as heck.
“I’m sure you understand how important it is that I get out of jail immediately.”
Mr. Delgado’s dark eyes bore into mine from across the table. We’ve been sequestered in this small room at the Saint Pierce City Jail for the last thirty minutes, going over the intricate details of the case against him. Although I did my due diligence in researching Bane Delgado before our meeting, I feel woefully unprepared for the real-life version. He’s typically handsome—an aesthetically pleasing face, lustrous dark hair, lean muscles—but a sinister aura surrounds him. Like if you peeled back the layers you’d find the monster lurking beneath the surface.
“Yes, of course, Mr. Delgado.”
“Bane, please.” His lips tip up, but the way he says it leaves no room for argument.
“Okay…Bane. The arraignment is—”
“I need you to get it moved up.”
“That’s not possible.”
“Everything is possible.”
His confidence borders on arrogance, but in his world, I’m sure that statement is true. The Delgados’ enormous wealth most likely ensures whatever they desire is easily accessible. He’s clearly not accepting the gravity of this situation, thinking he can bend reality to his will. I mean, he’s wearing his orange jumpsuit like it’s Armani.
“Judge Phillips is known for being strictly by the book,” I say, maintaining professionalism, despite the mounting pressure. “No exceptions. We need to remain on his good side and—”
“How is your brother? Is he still happily in love?”
I tilt my head at him, his sudden shift in topic catching me off guard. Men like him thrive on weakness and I won’t show him any. “Could you stop doing that?”
“What?” He gives me an innocent look, but I detect the amusement in his voice.
