Chapter Nine
CIRCE
A hurricane of confusion and conflict was raging in Circe’s mind. She didn’t want to have to guess anymore. It had been two weeks of this. She knew that Miles and she shared a spark, a connection. She knew he knew it, too.
It was time to call him out.
“Miles, what’s going on?”
He swept his perpetually messy hair to one side, and shook his head at her. “I don’t know. What’s going on?”
“What are we doing?”
“Eating delicious hamburgers,” he said, l*****g his fingers. “God, just look at that.” He pointed at the deep pink of his medium-rare burger. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Circe sighed. “I mean this.” She gestured between them with a finger. “And this.” She waved her finger around, signaling the boutique gourmet burger restaurant in the upscale Mont Kiara dis
