Page 77 of Undeniable

“I—” He was right. “I should’ve. I just…yeah. I won’t let it happen again.”

“You’re too trusting.” He dipped a piece of focaccia in olive oil and held it up to my mouth.

I moaned as the rosemary exploded in my mouth. And the olive oil—god. It was so light, yet flavorful.

He grinned. “I love it when I make you moan.”

I laughed. “The food made me moan.”

“That good, huh?” He winked, and I knew he wasn’t referring to the bread.

“Yes.” I tore off a piece and held it up to his lips.

He opened his mouth, sucking on my fingers on their way out. It was hot.

We continued feeding each other, and conversation turned to other matters as we devoured dinner. It was one of the most delicious meals I’d ever tasted. That, or I was ravenous after the marathon sex I’d had with Connor.

He said nothing more about the incident with Zeke, and neither did I. After dinner, we cuddled up in bed, opting to save our dessert for later. Connor logged in to Netflix and navigated to a movie I’d been wanting to watch.

“Really?” I asked, surprised he was even suggesting it. It was a story that had been adapted from a book.

“Yeah. I saved it in my queue so we could watch it together.”

My heart was melting. This man was… He was too much. Too good to be true. “You’re totally getting laid later.”

He smirked, tucking my hair behind my ear. “Later, huh?”

I started the movie before he could get any ideas. As tempting as the idea of sex was, I needed a little time to recover.

“You haven’t mentioned your mom in a while,” he said.

“I haven’t talked to her since her visit.”

He massaged my hand, my forearm. It was so relaxing. “Is that unusual?”

I shook my head. “No. Not really. Though she did call me while I was driving to The Last Bookshop yesterday. Why?”

“Just curious.”

I turned to face him. “What’s with the sudden interest in my mom? Is it because you realized who she is?”

He furrowed his brow. “Who she is?”

“Camille Howard.”

“What—is she famous too?”

I barked out a laugh. “Yeah. She’s an actress. She’s been in a few movies, but now she focuses on stage work.”

“Huh.” He furrowed his brow. “I had no idea. But it’s not like Broadway is my typical scene.”

“But surely you’ve been to a show, right?”

“Only when a client wants to go. But I’m more focused on the crowd than the performance.”

I stared at him, aghast. “Wow. Seriously?”

“Yes.” He gave me a quick peck. “Why? Is that a deal-breaker for you?”