Orion leads me to the seafood stall and a young waiter approaches with menus.
I don't miss how his eyes widen slightly when he recognizes Orion. He must be wondering why the infamous hockey captain is doing in a small seafood stall downtown.
"Table for two?" he asks, trying to play it cool but failing miserably.
"Corner booth if you have one," Orion says smoothly, his hand finding the small of my back.
The waiter nods quickly and leads us to a secluded booth near the back. As we slide in across from each other, I can still feel the lingering tension inside me after our encounter with Nolan.
Orion must sense it because he immediately reaches across the table, his fingers finding mine. "Talk to me. What are you thinking?"
I take a shaky breath. "I'm thinking that I hate how seeing him
