I bristle. “You asked what I wanted.”
“I didn’t expect to need a notebook and a pen.”
I glare at him as he chews, my eyes suddenly glued to his sandwich. Dammit. Why did I turn it down?
Maybe because Myra has mentioned my weight three times in the past week. Casually. Like she’s doing me a favor.
Harrison’s expression shifts, the sharpness easing into something softer. Then he holds the sandwich out to me.
“You need to eat something.”
“No, I don’t,” I say automatically.
But it’s half a fresh grilled sandwich.
And… mmm, bacon. My brain completely shuts down.
I never eat breakfast. Ever.
But when Lumberjack lifts it to my lips, my resolve folds like a paper airplane. The bacon is crispy and salty, the egg soft, the cheese melted just right. It’s so?—
I close my eyes and moan.
When I open them, both Harrison and Travis are staring.
What? I’m just a girl having a meaningful moment with a breakfast sandwich. Please don’t judge.
Harrison reaches out, his thumb brushing my lower lip. “You’ve got something there.”
“Do I?” I ask. “Because I’m fairly certain I inhaled every crumb. Like a walrus. Just unhinged my jaw and swallowed.”
His brows shoot up, and I suddenly find the view out the window fascinating.
We make a right, and Travis pulls over at the corner. I look up.
The building is a tower of glass and steel, a skyscraper climbing so high it nearly disappears into the clouds.
Bold letters stretch across the front. I recognize the name.
Donovan Excelsior.
Harrison is already getting out of the car.
I don’t bother removing my seat belt. “This isn’t a hotel. This is where Gabe works.”
“Exactly,” he says. “And it’s where I work, too.” He dusts off his jeans, and it hits me how out of place he looks here.
A flannel duck who is very, very out of water.
His voice stays infuriatingly calm. “Travis will take you to where you’ll be staying. There’s a concierge there who can handle whatever you need, assuming you don’t ask for anything ridiculous.”
“Define ridiculous,” I say, hating that this feels like goodbye. “Because my baseline includes mood lighting, green juice, and a half-naked bath butler. A hot one.”
His mouth twitches. “You’ll survive. And tell no one where you are.”
“That’s generous, considering I never agreed to any of this. So maybe there’s nothing to tell.”
He turns, already done with this conversation. “I’ve got Gabe’s number on speed dial,” he warns.
