Page 184 of They Are Mine

“They’re mine.”

He exhales sharply, dragging his tongue across his teeth, like he likes that answer. “And they all know about each other?”

“Of course they do.” I roll my eyes. “I’m not some cheater. I told them I was going to eat with you.”

He actually looks impressed. “No shit.”

I scowl, because I don’t like that reaction.

Like this is funny. Like he didn’t just stumble into something completely out of his depth.

He doesn’t understand yet.

But he will.

I open my notebook again. “Fine. Let’s start. How do you eat your steak?”

He blinks. “My what?”

“Your steak, Callum.” I tap my pen impatiently. “It matters.”

He shakes his head, laughing under his breath. “Jesus Christ. Medium rare.”

I relax. Good answer. “Dog or cat person?”

His smile flickers wider. “Dog.”

“Coffee or tea?” I ask.

“Coffee.”

“You better not put sugar in it,” I say.

He licks his lips. “What’ll you do if I do?”

“Reconsider this entire thing,” I answer.

He fucking laughs.

A real, full-bodied laugh. And damn him, I feel it again, hot and deep and throbbing between my legs.

He leans forward. “What else, sweetie?”

I glare. “Where do you live?”

“Trailer.”

I write it down.

Then pause.

Then slowly lift my gaze back to his.

His smile is nothing but teeth. “That a dealbreaker, baby?”

I tap my pen against my lip. “We’ll see.”

He grins. “I like you, Juliet Lovelace.”

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