Page 33 of Tempting Me

I smirk and walk right by him.

“Sure. I didn’t see anything,” he mocks as I take my seat again.

I refuse to acknowledge him.

“I’m going to have one of the guys bring a trailer tomorrow,” he says after I remain silent.

“Luca,” I whine.

“I’ll have them cover the company sign with something. Is there a special place he needs to park?”

I let out a breath. It’s annoying how accommodating he’s trying to be.

It makes it hard to dislike him.

“No, just wherever works is fine.”

“Cool. So hey—” He pauses, waiting for me to look at him.

“What?”

He grips the back of his neck and pulls out his phone.

“I had questions earlier that I wanted to ask you, but I didn’t want to call here and be obvious, so I think we should swap phone numbers.”

If I didn’t know any better, I’d say Luca is being shy.

It’s adorable.

I freaking hate it.

I take his phone and add my number, then text myself.

“Is that all?”

He nods and quickly shakes his head. “I had an idea for the entrance to the restaurant.”

“Luca,” I warn, “I don’t have time to make changes. We have a plan.”

“I know, but I can still do it in the same timeline if you like it.”

“No.”

I don’t need his ideas. I need mine.

“Just look at the picture.”

“No.”

“It’s—”

“No.”

“It’s an arch!” he yells before I can cut him off again.

This time I keep my mouth shut.

“Do you remember that one summer forever ago when your mom kept saying everything in here was so boxy and you said there should be an arch? Well, I think we should do it.”

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