“I don’t know.” I glanced around the small room, trying to get my thoughts straight. “I guess I assumed this had something to do with your show or mine or something like it in the future.”
He laughed, moving a little closer. “That would come from my agent, not me.” His knuckles grazed my cheek, a tender embrace that sparked nothing. “The rumor is, you’re single, so what’s the harm in grabbing something to eat?”
Direct and to the point—I couldn’t knock him for that.
I had taken the same approach with Dominick.
Dominick …
The man who was teasing me to death. Inviting me to hang out with him and his niece, where I’d fantasized about his hands as he held his fork, his lips as he ate those strawberry almond pancakes. My ovaries exploding every time he’d looked at Everly with all that love
