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“That makes sense,” I fired back immediately. “Being a lawyer, you'd be more prone to fucking everyone else up the ass.”
“That’s the one.” He chuckles. “You really held your own that night. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Haven’t looked at another woman since.”
"That long?"
He shrugs. "If I'm being honest."
For a moment I'm so aware of everything—his hand on mine, the heat between us—that I forget every insecurity. All I can think is if I don't kiss him soon, I might combust.
"Do you always run full throttle at things?" I ask, voice barely steady.
"Yes. But only when they're worth it." His eyes darken. "Are you going to let me catch you this time, Serena?"
"Yes," I breathe. "But I need you to know something first."
His hand tightens. "Tell me."
"I'm not the kind of woman you usually?—"
"Stop." His voice is firm but gentle. "I know exactly who you are. You're the woman I sat through three hours of conspiracy theories hoping to see. You're the woman who's made every other woman invisible for months. You're the woman I've been chasing since before you even knew I was running."
"That's not what I meant?—"
"I don't care what you meant. I care that you're here. That you're finally going to stop running long enough for me to show you what you've been doing to me."
The waiter appears again, and we both stare at him like we've forgotten what restaurants are for.
"Should we..." I gesture vaguely at the menu.
"Are you actually hungry?"
"No."
"Thank God." He's already signaling for the check. "Because if I don't kiss you in the next five minutes, I might actually lose my mind."
The waiter looks confused but takes the wine bottle and the credit card Caleb slides across.
"We'll take it to go," Caleb says, never looking away from me.
"Sir, we don't usually?—"
"They do tonight." His voice brooks no argument.
The waiter nods and disappears. Caleb stands, extends his hand.
"Where are we going?" I ask, though I'm already reaching for him.
"Somewhere I can kiss you without giving the entire restaurant a show."
My whole body goes liquid. "That seems reasonable."
"Nothing about how I feel about you is reasonable," he says, pulling me to stand. "“It’s inevitable."
CHAPTER 15
Caleb
My driver is already standing by the town car when we exit Georgio’s, holding the back door open like always.
