"Maybe I should be the one asking you if this is too much," I said, smiling back at him.
I swear his touch left a streak of fire across my skin. Knowing my luck, I was about to spontaneously combust.
I waited for a moment, but it didn't happen.
Yet.
"It's fine," he said. "I get to introduce you to ice hockey and Leif. Besides, the nachos here are next level."
"You had me at nachos," I said.
He leaned in and whispered in my ear, "You had me before that."
CHAPTER 10
SABLE
"This is fancy." I settled into my chair, bowl of nachos in one hand, soda in the other. The serving was so big it was going to take me all night to eat them.
Challenge accepted.
"It is," Forrest agreed. "Ah, here's Leif now."
I swiveled around in my seat to see a tall man in black jeans and a Rooks jersey step into the room.
My first impression was of dark hair, a generous mouth, and a piercing through one eyebrow.
"There goes the neighborhood," Leif said with a grin. He nodded toward Forrest, then gave me a wink.
"The neighborhood was gone a long time ago," Forrest said dryly.
"Let me guess, the minute they let me in?" Leif's grin widened.
"Something like that," Forrest chuckled. "Let me introduce you to Sable Kohl. Sable, this is Leif Larsen. Don't believe half of what comes out of his mouth."
"That's a better statistic than yours." Leif leaned over to offer his hand. "I wouldn't believe three quarters of what comes out of Forrest Cross' mouth."
I laughed. "I'm sure you're both more trustworthy than that."
Possibly.
"I see you haven't known him long," Leif teased.
"Are you trying to destroy my reputation?" Forrest asked, looking unconcerned.
"Trying to? No," Leif said. "But you know what they say. Shit happens." He slid his gaze from Forrest to me. "Forrest tells me you're interested in decorating your apartment."
"I'm sure you're busy," I said quickly. I didn't want to take advantage of the friendship between the two men.
"Not too busy I can't fit you in," he said. His blue-green eyes appraised me before he lowered himself into the seat beside me. Judging by the smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, he liked what he saw.
I admit, I wasn't used to men looking at me that way. That is, if it happened on a regular basis, I was oblivious. Willfully so. Once bitten and all that.
"I'd appreciate it," I said sincerely. "I love your work."
"Of course you do," Leif said. "Give me your number and I'll text you when I have time to look over your place."
I unlocked my phone and handed it to him. He typed in his number and called himself so he'd have mine on his phone.
