Shrugging, she said, “I don’t know. And you know what? That feels good.”
“Still thinking about moving?”
The last time we’d seen each other, she had mentioned moving to Atlanta to be near her sister Zara. “I think I’m going to move,” she confessed with a sigh. “I’ve been in Cali all my life. It’s time for a change.”
“Atlanta?”
“Maybe. We’ll see. I actually have an interview in Detroit.”
I frowned. “With who?”
“Batchelor Corp. My friend Cyn is the granddaughter of the CEO.”
I nodded. “I know Cyn.”
“You do? How?”
I scratched the back of my neck. “I met her through her cousin Erica.”
“Wait, did you and Erica have something going on?”
“We went out a few times.”
A smirk formed on her perfect lips. “Really?”
“It didn’t work out.”
“I don’t know if I wanted to hear that,” she admitted.
I laughed. “Well, you told me to always be honest.”
“I did.” She smoothed a hand over the lapel of my jacket. “You look good. Clean, refined. I like the short cut.”
Absently, I rubbed my hand over my head. I cut my hair off last month on a whim, figuring I’d rock the taper cut for the summer. “It’s growing on me.” Leaning in, I whispered, “Does that mean you’re keeping me for a little bit?”
It was our thing, a code phrase.
Her eyes gleamed. “Maybe a little bit. You hungry?”
“For what?”
Averting her gaze, Rissa blew out a slow breath. “You’re killing me.”
“You asked the question.”
She nibbled on her bottom lip before releasing it. “Let’s go.”
“You sure?”
Checking her watch, she nodded. “I’ve been here long enough. If you feed me, I’ll feed you.”
I followed her out of the venue. “Did you drive?”
“I took an Uber,” she said, peering at me over her shoulder. “Where did you park?”
“In the parking garage across the street.”
We hurried to the structure and stepped into the empty elevator. Once the door closed, I tugged her into me, kissing her hard. A louddingsignaled we were coming to a stop and I reluctantly put some distance between us.
