“And peach melba for dessert.”
“Also, my favorite.”
He was only a few feet away from her now, and as he looked at her again, for just a moment, Yasmine thought he might pull her to him. Kiss her. But of course, it wasn’t that easy. Even if she wished it was.
“Thank you.”
“It felt like the least I could do. Um, do you want some wine?”
“No, thanks, water is good.” He rolled his head around his shoulders. “Don’t let that stop you if you’d like some, though.”
“Water is good for me, too.” She didn’t want to be even a little bit tipsy around him right now. The odds of throwing herself at him and begging for forgiveness, very possibly humiliating herself in the process, were too high. Not that he didn’t deserve an apology, but she wanted to have some dignity about it.
“Any updates from the cops this afternoon?” he asked, pulling out her chair.
Yasmine sat down, shaking her head.
“No. I mean, yes, but the update was that they don’t have anything. They haven’t been able to find him.” She couldn’t help the fear that trickled through her voice. She would feel a lot better knowing he was behind bars.
How hard was it to track down one asshole?
“They will. And if they don’t, I will.” The grim way Zeus said it made Yasmine think it would probably be better for Pete James if the cops found him before Zeus did.
Did it make her feel like a bad person to wish that Zeus found him first? Or Claudia?
Yasmine opened up her box and started scooping some of the food onto her plate. Zeus hadn’t bothered. He’d shoved the plate to the side and was eating straight out of the takeout box to her amusement. He looked happy, though. Wasn’t there a saying about a man’s stomach being the way to his heart?
She could only hope.
“Are you worried about him showing up at the shelter tomorrow?” she asked.
“No. For starters, if he knew where the shelter was, the likelihood is he would have gone there rather than to your and Naomi’s homes. He’s looking for his wife, and she’d be more likely to be at the shelter.” Zeus shrugged. “Secondly, he would have no reason to go after the senator, even if he did know she was visiting, and there should be no way for him to know that. If by some fluke coincidence, he did show up tomorrow, it wouldn’t be the worst time since there will be so much extra security.”
“Well, that’s a relief at least.” Yasmine took a bite of her gyro and moaned. “Oh… that’s so good.”
Zeus chuckled. “They’re my favorite place for a reason. It’s owned by a Greek couple who moved here a couple decades ago, but they use all the recipes they brought from home. Here, try the tzatziki. It’s the closest I’ve been able to find to the tzatziki you can actually get in Greece.”
He picked up a piece of pita bread and scooped some tzatziki with it, holding it out to her. Yasmine almost reached up to take it from him, then something inside her sparked, and instead, she leaned forward to take a bite while he held the pita bread. Their gazes met. Sparked.
Maybe there was some hope for them yet.
Zeus
Had he forgiven Yas?
He wanted to. Zeus realized that now. It was still hard to feel like maybe he could trust her, but he wanted to. Lincoln was right. Zeus should go after what he wanted.
Both of them had their reasons for keeping their relationship quiet. Yes, he would have liked to know who Yas was from the beginning… but she hadn’t realized who he was at first. He did believe her about that. And if he had known that she was Mason’s ex-fiancée? Would that have stopped him?
No. They’d had an arrangement, not a relationship. Mason had no claim on her, especially since he was now with Audrey. And it wasn’t like he and Mason were friends. Teammates, yes; friends, no.
Would he have wanted to keep things secret, though?
Yeah. Absolutely. At least until he could convince Yas that she wanted a real relationship instead of being fuck buddies. While he didn’t feel that Mason had a claim on her, he could understand that Mason might feel different. It wouldn’t be worth it to Zeus to mess things up with the team until he and Yas were official.
As she pulled back, sitting straight in her seat again, chewing the pita and tzatziki, she closed her eyes. Sighed. She sounded just like she did in bed, and it was making his cock start to perk up.
Hell.
