“That waiter sounds rude, by the way. I hope you gave him feedback.”
“I gave him all my cash,” he confesses solemnly.
I squirm. “That’s not how you leave a proper customer review.”
“Maybe I’ll give my ‘proper’ feedback later,” he says, his voice so flirty that my mouth opens and an embarrassing squeak jumps out.
Flustered, I point at his control panel.
”Will Elvis be singing again if I press this?”
“I’m better prepared this time. Go ahead.”
I tap the screen. Ace of Base fills the car, and I turn to him, startled.
“This is my favorite!”
“You told me you like ‘90s music,” he says, a slow grin pulling at his mouth. He looks pleased at my reaction.
“Yeah, but I didn’t think you’d remember,” I admit. “Maybe I’ll start mentioning things I like all the time.”
He holds my gaze, his voice dipping dangerously low.
“Please do. That would make me very happy.”
Oh. Okay. Um. What?
Before, I thought Caspian looked like all the questions no one dared to ask.
I was wrong. He looks like all the answers I wasn’t ready to feel yet.
CHAPTER 41 – CASPIAN
We pull over by a quiet cove. No one has ever been here with me. Not evenCole.No one knows I own this tiny sliver of the shore. I’ve never marked itor fenced it off. I don’t mind others passing through or spending time here. Ijust likeknowing it’s mine.
I grab the picnic basket and the blanket from the trunk.
“There’s a private spot over here,” I say, guiding Antonio down a narrowpath.
“Let me carry something,” he demands.
I hand him the blanket. His warm fingers brush mine, and heat jolts through me. Antonio walks ahead of me, blanket tucked under his arm, hair catching the evening light.
I try to be a gentleman and not stare at his ass.
I fail .
(To be honest, I wasn’t really trying. It’s one hell of an ass. If brushing his fingers nearly gave me heatstroke, looking at that tight curve might just finish me off.)
I take a calming breath.
We settle by the lake, sunlight glittering across the surface.
Antonio’s more interested in the basket than the surroundings. He takes a strawberry and pops it in his mouth, sighing. It’s a soft sound. Pleased. Completely unguarded. My total and utter destruction.
“Did you bake these?” he asks, biting into one of Earl’s rolls.
His eyes flutter closed. He moans.
