Page 63 of Drop Shot
“Give me ten minutes.”
“Okay.” At my agreement he shuts the bathroom door.
Since I won’t be walking right out the door, I set my purse back down on the table in the room. The suite is beautiful to say the least, but it’s not the biggest. Sure, there’s a couch and a bistro table and chairs, as well as a balcony, but it’s all one large space.
There’s no escaping Elias.
I know I was already sharing his bedroom, but strangely enough this feels even more intimate than I anticipated. There’s really nowhere else for me to go except the lobby or a nearby restaurant.
While waiting, I check my phone for nearby places.
As promised, it’s not quite ten minutes later when he opens the bathroom door and the scent of his cologne fills the room. It’s not like he even used too much—I’m just attuned to his scent.
“I’m ready,” he announces, grabbing a cap off his nightstand and putting it on backwards.
Fuck me.
Elias in a backwards cap might be my new kryptonite.
“Whim? Are you okay?” he asks when I’m quiet for too long.
I shake myself free of my momentary panic. “Just dandy.”
I grab up my purse and shoulder it again.
“Did you have a particular place in mind?” He adjusts the watch on his wrist.
“No, I thought I’d take a car into the heart of the city and walk around some and see what I stumble across.”
“Cool.” He claps his hands together. “I’ll call for a car.”
Twenty minutes later, we’re dropped off amidst the hustle and bustle of the city. It’s not even high season for tourists and the area is still busy.
Elias arches a skeptical brow. “This is what you wanted to do?”
“Yep. I’ve never gotten to really explore for fun so I figured I might as well.” He frowns at that but doesn’t comment. “Should we find somewhere to eat?” Neither of us has had breakfast.
He looks around, taking in our surroundings. “Yeah, probably a good idea.”
A few minutes later we’re seated outside of a café. I’m aware it’s probably a total tourist trap place, but my rumbling tummy doesn’t care.
He picks up his menu, reading it thoroughly.
I squint, tilting my head to the side. “Can you read Spanish?”
He lowers the menu. “I’m fluent in speaking and not totally awful at reading it.”
I knew he spoke a little Spanish, but I certainly wasn’t aware he’s fluent. “Any other languages I don’t know about?”
His lips turn down in a frown. “A little French and Italian but I wouldn’t say I’m fluent in either.”
I fight a smile. “Something tells me you’re being modest.”
His smile is broad, eyes sparkling with humor. His seriousness from a moment before has entirely disappeared. “You should know by now that I’m never modest.”
Laughter bubbles out of me. “You have me there.”
Elias is definitely not the type to humble himself in any way.
