More and more, my reasons to hate him are slipping away.
But maybe I should try to find out why my dad took his own life.
I look at my plate and scoop up another mouthful.
We eat in companionable silence, and I can't help sneaking small looks at him.
I can't believe I fantasized about him and Alex last night. How I got off pretending...
Oh, boy. No. I can't get hot over him right now.
I drain my drink and push my plate away.
"What are you doing?"
"Going."
"And here I thought you were defrosting to me."
"You need to get Lyndall." I hurry out.
"She's fine."
I get my things, suddenly both hot and flustered. "It's late, I need to get home, and you need to get your sister."
He glances at his phone. "Yeah, it is getting up there. Almost nine. But why the rush?"
"No rush. I just...need...to...go."
"Now? Well, I'm sure your boyfriend's wondering where you are."
"That's some fishing expedition."
"It's a what now?" He looks so genuinely confused I go into panic mode.
"I don't have a boyfriend."
Enzo stares at me.
I edge away. "What? It's ten. Home. No boyfriend, because I don't want one. That includes?—"
I stop, horrified.
"Includes?"
"Good night, and have a good weekend, Enzo. Sir."
"Interesting," he murmurs in a way that makes me even more hot and flustered.
I make a hasty exit before I do something I might regret.
Chapter Twenty-Two
ENZO
Colorme surprised when I leave at ten-something, intent on finding Lyndall and dragging her out of wherever she is, to get a text as I head down to the underground parking and my car.
Lyndall is already home.
