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“I doubt pasta and wine are enough to make the evening better. You need me in person too. I’mverygood at entertaining you.”
“Okay. I’ll text you the address,” she whispered.
Her voice set me on edge. I’d expected her to call me out on my cocky comment, but she didn’t.
I texted Steve that I wasn’t going to make it after all before backing out of the parking lot and heading to the nearest shop that sold Maxwell Wines.
I needed to make sure Kendra was okay.
CHAPTER 7
KENDRA
I was restless,even after I took a shower. Honestly, I was more than nervous. I was shaken.
Dressing in shorts and a tank top, I put my hair up in a ponytail, and tried to get the evening's events out of my mind. My slimy ex-boss, Jared, had answered my email, telling me that if I wanted the paychecks, I should come to the diner and get them myself. So tonight, I did just that, only for him tonotbe there. The bastard. He did it on purpose. I was sure of that. We hadn’t parted on good terms at all. The last thing he told me before I stormed off was that I’d come back begging for the job.
As soon as I recovered from tonight’s incident, I’d deal with him. I wasn’t going to let that moron push me around.
I threw on a robe when the doorbell rang and went to answer it. My pasta alfredo was here. I only ordered one, but the serving size was huge, so it would be enough for Tyler and me. And just like that, I had a big smile on my face. That man sure knew how to distract me and even make me swoon. The night was looking to be a whole lot better already.
I glanced outside the window at the huge trees on the sidewalk. Most of the time, the view relaxed me, but I was too wound up tonight.
Five minutes later, my doorbell rang again.
Looking through the peephole, I nearly swallowed my tongue when I saw Tyler. He was unbelievably handsome. I opened the door, smiling widely.
“Mr. Delivery Guy, you were quick.”
He leaned against the door with that muscular frame of his, flashing me a cheeky smile. Instantly, I felt my body relax.
I stared at the bottle of wine he was holding, trying not to look at those perfect biceps or his impossibly strong shoulders. My willpower completely disappeared when I caught him staring at my lips.
I pointed at him, looking him straight in the eyes, so he knew I meant every word. “We're not bringing up what happened yesterday.”
That cheeky smile was even more pronounced.
“Let’s open the wine bottle, Kendra,” he said.
Okay, so clearly he didn't agree with me, and I didn't insist because I suspected that, far from agreeing with me, he’d make me agree with him. Maybe he’d even kiss me again.
Hmm… that wouldn’t be so bad.
Oh Jesus. Who am I kidding? Of course it would be bad.
Shake yourself out of it, Kendra.Don't be greedy. One smoking-hot kiss was more than enough.
Leading him to the kitchen, I pointed at the boxes of food and said, “We can eat at the kitchen counter.”
“Sure.”
I took out plates, dishing out the food; it smelled delicious. He was looking at me intently, making me conscious of every move I made.
“Kendra, do you want to talk about tonight?”
“Honestly, it was just a bit rougher than I expected.” I hoped I sounded convincing.
He stepped closer. “What are you not telling me?”
