I blink. “With me?”
“Yes, Jordan.” My father nods, expression unreadable. “With you.”
I don’t say anything for a long moment. “What if you’re out of town?”
“I won’t be,” he says simply.
I can feel Tate watching me. “Okay.”
“Great.” My father smiles a little. “I’ll have my admin set it up in our calendars.”
In the elevator, I slide a questioning glance up at Tate.
“Do you think that was a bad idea?” I ask him. “Agreeing to lunch? Do you think I’m stupid to set myself up for disappointment like that?”
“No, Jordan, I don’t. Ross is trying and you’re being brave by letting him.”
He studies me for a long moment. Is he thinking about waking up together?
I think about the flickering TV light I see most evenings in his bedroom windows. Maybe he’s not so innocent, after all.
An eyebrow goes up at whatever my expression is. “Yes?”
“I saw a flickering light in your bedroom window a few nights ago.”
The other eyebrow lifts. He’s smiling. “You were looking in my windows?”
“Not likethat.” My face is going hot.
He makes a noise like he doesn’t believe me, and again I have the strongest urge to smile or laugh or something. He’s just doing it to bother me.
“You have a TV.”
“What?” His expression screws up, comically surprised. “A TV?”
“Mhm.” I nod. Now I really am smiling. “You have a secret TV in your bedroom.”
“Are you accusing me oflyingto my child?”
“Yep. I think you have a secret TV in your room to watch games and you lie to your kid about it.”
The elevator opens and we step out. “I can’t believe these accusations.”
“You’re so honest, Tate.” As we walk to our offices, I run the tip of my tongue along my bottom lip. His eyes follow the movement. “You can’t even lie about it.”
He smiles to himself, pulling his gaze up from my mouth. “So where do I keep this theoretical TV?”
“I think it’s in the dresser across from your bed. There’s nothing on top of that thing. No frames or spare change or receipts.”
We pause in the hall between our offices.
“You snooped in my room?” He seems pleased.
“No, I didn’t snoop. I glanced. When I was in your room.”
Electricity snaps in the space between us as our gazes hold. I said the thing we weren’t supposed to say, out loud. His eyes narrow, sparkling impossibly. All the blood in my body rushes to my face. I probably look like a tomato.
“I didn’t snoop,” I insist.
