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Without pause I grasped her hand. Doing so felt right.
Her eyes flicked to our hands and then to my face. “I hope you don’t have issues with girls that fill a plate.”
I glanced over her slender frame, noticing her exposed and creamy skin along her collarbones. The shirt tucked into her shorts, accentuating her slim waist. “I can’t believe you eat all that much.”
“Prepare to be amazed, Jensen.”
“Okay, but you can't disappoint me," I said, but gave her a look that said I was joking.
Her face became serious. "I hope I don't," she replied.
I brought her hand up to my chest and hugged it to me. "You won't," I said with a fierce tenderness that was wholly new to me.
We stared at each other for what felt like forever. It was like in those movies where they run part of it in slow motion.
What the hell was happening?
She smirked and when we reached the entrance, opened the door. "I guess we'll see," she said.
If this was a dream, I never fucking wanted to wake up.
SEVEN
Number Exchange
LUX
"You weren't lying,Lux. You can pack it away." Rush threw down his chopsticks and leaned back in his chair.
"Scared?" I waggled my brows as I popped another chili shrimp in my mouth and chewed on the succulent goodness.
"Not a chance, far from it. There is nothing more frustrating than paying for a meal and having your date only eat a dressed salad."
The shrimp lodged in my throat. "Date?" I wanted this to be a date. Hell, I'd been pretending that was what we were on. But to hear him call it one surprised me.
"Lunch date. Not a romantic kind," he said hurriedly.
My face must have dropped because he quickly added, "I mean, if this were a date, I'd have asked you properly, dressed up a little more, maybe brought you some flowers to make you smile."
"You already make me smile," I said and then felt my face get hot again. I was worse than the women in my historical romances. Much worse.
"I do?" He leaned forward.
I gave him my brightest smile. "Definitely." Then I popped the shrimp in my mouth. Chewed, savoring the flavors. Once I swallowed, I went on. "I guess I just appreciate food more now than I used to."
His face turned serious. "How come?" He leaned back and patted his belly, which was flat. Even through his button-up, I could see he had a six-pack. The man was all muscle, not from weightlifting but from working. Like riding that Harley required power. I hadn't been joking when I said my legs would hurt the following day.
"I think I just see food as fuel. My job is physically demanding, so I eat to keep focused. Although if it tastes good, that's always a plus," he added, his vivid eyes twinkling.
I wrinkled my nose, thinking of all the healing health foods mom force-fed me, like brown rice and steamed kale. She'd be having kittens if she knew I was stuffed to the brim with deep-fried crispy goodness.
"What do you do?" I asked, wanting to change the subject. No thoughts about mom. This was a mom-free zone.
Rush grinned. "I'm a grease monkey, and I play with bikes all day." He rested his hands on the edge of the table.
I noticed the darkness under his nails. "Play?" I asked, going for another shrimp. The chewing gave me time to think instead of blurting random words at the gorgeous man who'd turned my awful day into a whirlwind of goodness.
"I think of it as playing, but I have my own business. I make custom bikes from scratch. Fix broken ones. Add custom items. It's a blast."
