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The phone whips back around to Hannah’s face. She frowns. “Who would joke about having the best pet in the world?”
“I don’t know,” I say, chuckling at the confused expression on her beautiful face. “Are we still good for breakfast tomorrow?”
“Yep, I’ll meet you at your fancy-ass building at five,” she says, grinning. “Okay, I’ve gotta run. See you tomorrow, sexy pants.”
She ends the call before I even get to tell her how awful the nickname is.
Hannahand I continue to see each other for the next few weeks whenever we can. Between my work at English Enterprises and Hannah’s busy schedule at The Aquarium, it’s hard to make time for each other, but we do.
It’s mostly been breakfasts since we’re both early risers who work long hours. We’ve squeezed in a couple more lunch dates in the back room at The Aquarium, as well. Then, Hannah came to surprise me at the office between meetings two days ago, wearing a fitted trench coat—and nothing else. . .
Tonight, we’re finally having that dinner we tried for weeks ago. I’m waiting out in front of Alejandro’s for her to arrive when none other than Camille strides past with her next potential husband.Poor sucker.
Upon noticing me, she pauses. “Samuel, what a pleasant surprise. This is Marco Valentine. You’ve heard of Valentine Construction, yes?”
I roll my eyes. I’ve known Marco for years; we went to college together. I tip my chin in his direction, ignoring the viper at his side. “Careful with this one. She’ll go to extraordinary lengths to lock you down.”
“How dare you!” Camille screeches at the same time Marco takes a step away from her.
He eyes her before his gaze shifts to me. “Something I should know, brother?”
“Don’t listen to him, Marco. He’s just bitter because I ended things with him,” Camille sneers.
An unladylike snort comes from behind her, and she spins to glare at the eavesdropper.
Hannah steps around her and over to my side, pushing onto her toes to press a kiss to my cheek. “Sorry I’m late, sexy pants. Traffic was a bitch.”
My hand slides around her waist as I tug her closer and drop a kiss atop her head. “No problem, sweet cheeks.”
Marco smirks, and Camille’s jaw drops. “Who isshe?” Camille demands.
I open my mouth to tell her to mind her business, but Hannah presses a hand to my chest, silencing me.
A sweet smile lights her face, and she steps forward, extending a hand to Camille. “I’m Hannah, the woman who doesn’t have to fake a pregnancy to secure future dates with Sammy here.”
Camille’s eyes flare, and she launches for Hannah. I yank Hannah back behind me as Marco goes for Camille, wrapping his hands around her biceps and dragging her away.
He looks over his shoulder to me, eyes wide and questioning.
“I’ll call you tomorrow,”I mouth, and he nods his acknowledgment.
Almost a dozen eyes are on us now.Great, just great.“The spectacle is over. You may carry on with your evenings,” I snap, and the small crowd disperses.
I turn to Hannah, taking in her beautiful face. She makes me feel so many things all at once. I have to grit my teeth to stop myself from saying all the things I know she doesn’t want to hear because this is temporary.
The smile she was wearing fades at my expression. “Sam, wha—"
My fingers glide over her cheeks and into her hair.Keep it light, Sam.“You are all kinds of trouble, woman. What am I going to do with you?”
Nerves zipthrough my body like an electric current. The way Sam is looking at me. . .it’s almost feral.
I lick my lips, and his gaze follows the action. “Umm, I don’t know. Take me inside this fancy-ass restaurant and feed me?”
He shakes his head slowly. The glint in his eyes makes my lady-bits tingle in awareness. What is it with this man and his ability to turn the temperature up with just a look?
“Ah, Sam, are we going to go inside? It’s awful hot out here . . .”
The corner of his mouth hooks in a panty-melting grin. “How did you know she’s the one who faked the pregnancy?”
