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“Did you get your answer?” I asked.

“Yes.” She smiled. “He had a condition called antisocial personality disorder. I’ve made it my mission to help treat people like him and other conditions.”

“That’s why Charles knew we’d connect,” I said.

“We’ve both suffered childhood trauma, Ava.”

“At least you’re aware of what your trauma was.” I looked down.

“Don’t worry. We’re going to pick up where Charles left off before he became ill.”

“Grayson drove me home after my accident, and we had dinner together. He texted me earlier and asked if he could take me to dinner tomorrow night.”

“How does that make you feel?” she asked.

“Good.” I smiled. “He’s a persistent man.” I breathed out a laugh.

“He’s a Kind. They’re all like that.” The corners of her mouth curved upward.

* * *

Ihad just slipped into my heels when I heard a knock at the door. My stomach was tied in knots, and I was nervous as hell. Opening the door, Grayson stood on the other side looking as sexy as ever.

“Hi.” His lips formed a smile. “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you.” A bashful smile crossed my lips. “Come in while I grab my purse.”

“I hope you’re hungry,” he said.

“I’m starving,” I said as I grabbed my purse from the table.

“I made reservations for us at my cousin’s restaurant. It’s called Four Kinds. Have you ever been?”

“In Venice?” I asked.

“Yeah.”

“I’ve never been there but heard good things about it.”

“It’s close to my house. You mentioned you’d like to see what Lars did, so I thought I would show you afterward.”

“I’d love that.”

We left my building and climbed into his car. His alluring scent infiltrated the space as he drove us to the restaurant. When we stepped through the door, I took note of the elegantly styled place. The hostess led us to a table outside, where a waiter immediately walked over and poured our water.

“Dr. Kind.” He smiled at Grayson.

“Brandon.” Grayson nodded.

“Can I start the two of you off with something to drink?”

“I’ll have a scotch,” Grayson said.

“And I’ll have a glass of Merlot.” I smiled as I picked up my menu. “This restaurant is really nice.”

“It’s Sebastian’s pride and joy. He also owns Emilia’s in downtown L.A. and the Kind Brewhouse in Santa Monica.”

“I’ve been to Emilia’s. Excellent food,” I said.

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