“Emersyn?” Wyatt prodded, and I realized I’d been staring at his food.
“Why would I be annoyed?” I wasn’t about to answer his question. Not truthfully, anyway. I didn’t yet want to show my cards by letting him know I was irked by the fact that he’d kept me in the dark about his identity.
I wanted to know if he would voluntarily share his full name with me in time.
“So, you weren’t ghosting me, and yet you didn’t invite me along on your investigative mission today,” he said before starting in on the second half of his sandwich.
“I could handle it on my own. Besides, I’m sure you have a hundred better things to do than investigate a murder with someone like me.”
He quirked an eyebrow in a totally unsexy way.
(Okay, so it was super sexy, but I needed to pretend it wasn’t.)
“Someone like you?” He sounded confused.
“Let’s face it,” I said, deciding to dish out a slice of honesty. “I’m a hot mess.”
He set his sandwich down. “That’s not what I see. I see a beautiful, intelligent, kindhearted, and capable woman.”
His words warmed me, even though I knew I shouldn’t let them.
“You only say that because you hardly know me.”
One corner of his mouth curved upward. “I know more than you might think.”
“Such as?” I asked, equal parts curious and apprehensive.
He leaned back in his seat. “Let’s see…You spend a lot of time with your niece, you like bright colors, and you have an affinity for apple Bubly.”
I tried to mask my surprise. “You can’t possibly know about the Bubly.”
“And yet I do.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Someone must have told you. Jemma?”
“Nope.”
“Theo?”
He shook his head.
“Livy?”
“Nobody.”
I scrutinized him from across the table, radiating suspicion. He held my gaze for a good three seconds before a grin crept onto his face.
“There were several empty cans in the recycling bin by your door,” he said.
“Hmm,” I conceded. At least he hadn’t been snooping around my apartment without my knowledge. I glanced down at my pale pink sweater. “Bright colors?”
That darned twinkle appeared in his eyes. “Maybe not always on the outside.”
The memory of him draped in my colorful underwear came rushing back.
“Oh, no, you don’t!” I admonished.
The twinkle was full-on dancing now. “Don’t what?”
