Page 18 of Never Say Never

"It couldn't be her."

A large part of my brain said don't ask, but it wasn't as if I'd ever listened to it before. "Why?" I barely kept myself from saying something stupid as unwarranted jealousy took over. My stomach twisted with unease as I noticed the protectiveness wafting off York.

"She wasn't like that. Even when Dawn figured out I was gay, she was very supportive."

He talked about her as if she wasn't around anymore. I opened and closed my mouth as I caught on. "Sorry for your loss."

York nodded, not saying anything more about it. I'd heard he had some family issues in the past but finding out any information on it was damn near impossible. His old team was tight-lipped and scattered around the world. Information was great, but I knew when to back off certain subjects.

"We're here," I pointed out as the light from Lucciola’s brightened up the outside eating area.

York seemed to shake off whatever was happening in his head. "Let's go in."

I smiled, trying to win him back over. I never tried hard, never needed to, but I was putting in actual effort for York. We headed toward the hostess, a redhead with thick false lashes on and her hair in a messy bun.

"Name the reservation is under?"

"Oh, we didn?—"

"Gallo," I said over York.

He glanced my way, a single thick brow lifted in question.

I shrugged. "I'm impressive, right?"

York shook his head as the girl looked a little too long for my name. I was going to make heads spin if they embarrassed me in front of my boss.

"I'm sorry, but—" She cut herself off stopping on the last page. "Here you are. Sorry, I almost missed the last-minute entry."

That comment wasn't needed but I let it roll off my shoulders as I grinned at her. "It's quite all right."

Her cheeks flooded as she met my gaze. "I'll show you both to your table."

I let her lead the way as we waltzed behind her.

"Is she your type?"

"Huh?" I glanced over my shoulder at York. He nodded at the hostess.

"She has two legs."

I laughed, unable to help myself. "If I could, I'd look only at you, but then I'd bump into everything, and probably break my neck."

York stared at me before turning my head around to face forward as we approached an empty table.

"You're ridiculous."

He had no fucking clue.

"Here you two are. Your waiter, Jessica, will be with you shortly."

We took our seats, and once again, I was faced with York, still floored by the fact I was having dinner with him. His low cropped hair had soft waves that I just knew would feel good against the pads of my fingers. His shoulders were broad, stretching the shirt he decided to wear in the most appetizing way. A gold chain hung loosely around his throat. I wondered what it would feel like to grab it, and yank him close for a kiss.

"You're staring," York pointed out.

"Kind of hard not to."

"Stop flirting so much and pick out what you want to eat."