“How do you feel about fish?” Simon asked me out of the blue, moving the car smoothly back into 4th gear as we approached the edge of the city.
The mischievous grin on his face was enough to make my stomach flutter, even though he hadn’t taken his eyes off of the road. That was the look of a man that was up to something. And I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to know more.
“Like, to eat?” I replied, wondering where that had come from. It had nothing to do with the friendly small talk we’d been making.
He didn’t answer me, nor did his playful expression slip. If anything, his smile only grew wider. Showing off those lovely teeth to devastating effect.
I chuckled, a little unsure. “I’m not opposed to fish.”
Grayson often served a monkfish dish that was to die for, for instance. And
