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“Bringing out the big guns right off the bat, huh?”
“Naturally.”
“Wouldn’t it feel like bringing work home with you? Don’t you get tired of cooking for other people?”
“Not really. I like cooking anyway, and with you… well, it’s not going to be work. It’ll be pleasure.”
Wow, I’m definitely getting a very inappropriate hard-on in a crowded train car at the way his tongue curls around the word “pleasure.” The way he looks at me when he says it does things to me that lead my mind down a very dirty alley.
Caleb waggles his brows in reply, unaware of the riot his presence is causing inside my body, and hands me his phone.
“Put your number in and I’ll text you my address.”
I take the phone and start typing.
“What’s your favorite food?” Caleb asks.
I look up from the phone.
“Why? You going to woo me by making it?”
“Maybe.” His lips quirk on one side, and his eyes sparkle in the harsh lights of the subway car. I forget myself staring for a moment.
“I’m not picky,” I say.
“Doesn’t mean you can’t have a favorite.”
I laugh. “Surprise me.”
“Sounds like a challenge. I’m good with that.” He nods and gets up. “And it’s my stop. These subway rides are too short.”
I widen my eyes. “You mean to say you haven’t set a time limit for our date? Do we even know how to be around each other for longer than ten minutes at a time?”
“You’re right. It might get awkward.”
“Better set a timer so you know when to kick me out.”
“I’ll take that into consideration.”
The doors open and he lingers, eyes locked on me.
“Caleb?” I say with a smile.
“Huh?” he asks distractedly, still looking at me.
“Shouldn’t you be getting off?” I prompt.
He sucks in a breath.
“I wish,” he says in a low voice.
“The train,” I say with a laugh.
“Shit,” he says and walks out the door backward, looking at me the whole time.
I smile as I watch him go, and just as I start to drag my fingers through my hair, I realize that I’m still holding Caleb’s phone.
“Crap,” I say. I can’t keep Caleb’s phone until tomorrow. He might need it. Or he might think somebody stole it. I’ve never been that great at thinking on my feet, but I make a snap decision and sprint out of the car, barely sliding through the already-closing doors.
