“When we’re done here, you want to grab some grub?” he asked.
She paused.
“Platonic grub,” he assured.
“I can’t.” She shook her head.
“Did you know when you’re not exactly telling the truth, your nose scrunches up, just the tiniest amount?” he asked, looking straight ahead again.
Did it? No, that couldn’t be right.
“It does not.”
“Totally does.”
Sadie crossed her arms across her chest. “You’re just grouchy because I shot you down.”
“Nah, I’m grouchy because you want to go, but you still shot me down.”
“I don’t want to go,” she huffed.
Maybe she did. Just a little.
He raised his eyebrows over the rim of the sunglasses. “You’re doing the nose-scrunch thing.”
“Fine, I would love to go grab some ‘grub’ with you, but I have to figure out how to set up an entire office out of nothing so I can meet with clients there tomorrow.”
“See, this is communication and communication is good. I will gladly help you set up your new office. We can order in.”
“I didn’t ask you for help.”
“You didn’t have to. I offered.”
“That’s a little presumptuous, don’t you think?”
Roman stopped. He turned. “I’m going to be straight with you.”
“Ooookay.”
“I want a shot with you.”
Yes, he’d made that perfectly clear.
“Rome—”
“I know, you’re married to your career. I’m good with that. I do not mind being the other man in this situation.”
“I’m not in an open relationship with my career.” Was this conversation really happening?
“Maybe you should reconsider it. I can meet needs that your career can’t even think about.”
Oh, for goodness’ sake. Sadie knew all about the needs he could meet. Her cheeks burned at the thought of how nice that might actually be.
“My needs are handled,” she said.
Somewhat.
Roman lifted his sunglasses to the top of his head. “Oh yeah?”
