Chapter 8
MickyAfter we finished eating, Nick snatched up the bill and quickly dropped in his credit card. I frowned. "I thought I was paying you back for your help the other night."
"That was just an excuse to see you. I can't let you pay for my dinner," Nick said, shaking his head.
"Why not?"
"I asked you to dinner."
"Because I owed you. Or is this a date? Seems like maybe I should pay just so you can avoid trouble with whatever other women you have in your life," I said. Maybe I’d had one too many martinis.
"Other women?" Nick narrowed his eyes at me.
I shrugged. "Something is going on with you. I can't figure it out. And anyway, it doesn't matter. I owe you, and I'm a woman who pays her debts." I reached across the table and took the vinyl sleeve with the bill from Nick's finger
