He lifts a brow. “Is that your way of warning me, or inviting me?”
“Depends. Are you the type to follow rules, or the type who looks good breaking them?”
A slow smile tugs at his mouth. “I’m professionally trained to pretend I follow rules.”
I snort. “Likely story. Almost buying it.”
He huffs a laugh, then leans in a fraction. “So what does ‘not unusual’ mean, exactly?”
“It means…no one’s clutches their pearls. People mind their business. And if they don’t…they learn.”
He tilts his head. “Sounds like my kind of city.”
“It’s filthy in the most beautiful way. You’ll hate the weather, though.”
“I can survive bad weather,” he says. “I’m more worried about you.”
“Oh, don’t,” I mumble, my hand finding his wrist. “I’m harmless. On a leash, apparently.”
His gaze drops to my fingers, then back to my face. “Apparently.”
“And what’s your plan,” I ask. “When I bite?”
“Then I’ll remind you who’s holding the leash.”
For a second, I can’t decide if I want to laugh or kiss him.
“You’ve got me speechless. Not many people can do that.”
He shrugs, innocent. “You started it, McKenna.”
“Did I?” I lean closer. “Or are you just enjoying the idea of being the one in control for once?”
His eyes narrow. “Careful.”
“Why?” I whisper.
“Because I’d hate to ruin that little fantasy of yours.”
My cheeks heath again. The guyisputting me on a leash, and I hate my body for snitching.
Yosh’s mouth twitches. He takes a slow sip of his drink and lets the moment pass, giving me an exit.
“So, tell me about it. Your Amsterdam.”
His knee touches mine under the table. Not accidental.
“You’re going to love it. The vibe, the people, the canals. There’s this bakery near my place with all vegan pastries, so—”
I look up mid-sentence and he’s not with me anymore. He’s staring past my shoulder, his face looking like he’s just seen a ghost.
I turn, and there’s Erin, walking right toward our table.
Great. Why the fuck not.
She heads straight for Yosh, heels tapping out a rhythm that pulls on my nerves.
Yosh stands to greet her with two kisses. She turns, looking at me like I’m a rat crawling with fleas.
