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“What?”
He shrugs. “Just wondering if this might be a little more than a fake relationship.”
“Hey,” I say, furrowing my brows as I glance around to see who’s listening.
“Relax,” Bo says. “I know how to be subtle. I’d never blow your cover. I just know you, and I’ve never seen you like this.”
I chuckle, trying to blow him off. “Of course you haven’t, because I’ve never had a girlfriend since I’ve known you.”
“Yeah,” he agrees nonchalantly. “But I also didn’t think you’d take this so seriously.”
“You know when I do something, I always give it one hundred percent.”
Bo nods. “Yeah, you do. But this is more than that.”
Thankfully, we’re back to the table and he immediately ends the conversation, handing Lola her drink and bending down to kiss her.
I slip into the seat beside Greer and pass her the drink I brought back for her. For a second, I think about kissing her the way Bo just kissed Lola, but I know that’s taking things a little too far.
Once the program begins, the rest of the evening goes by in a blur.
We have a great meal.
We’re entertained by a local band.
And, most importantly, we learn more about the charity we’re supporting, benefiting underprivileged children in the city.
It’s a charity that’s near and dear to me, and after mine and Greer’s conversation in the bathtub the other night, I know she knows this. Occasionally, I feel her watching me, and once, during an emotional video presentation showing where the money donated goes, she reaches over and places her hand over mine.
To anyone else, it just looks like an affectionate gesture, but it’s more than that.
We’ve bared parts of our souls to each other and it’s her way of showing her solidarity.
I appreciate it.
But her touch also evokes an intrinsic reaction from me.
I want her.
I want more than her hand on mine.
I want all of her.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
GREER
“Straight home, Mr. Granger?”
The driver who brought us to the hotel is waiting just inside the doors to escort us out.
Thankfully, there are barely any paparazzi loitering about, so we’re able to make it to the vehicle with only a few camera flashes. Like when we arrived, Mack gives them a polite smile and places a hand at the small of my back.
That simple touch ignites my blood and has every cell in my body on alert.
“Yes, please,” Mack says, pausing while I slide into the SUV and then steps in behind me.
We sit in silence for a few minutes as the driver maneuvers through the city, the ongoing attraction crackling between us. Tonight was more than just our first outing, it was also a trial in keeping my composure while Mack turned me on time after time.
