Chapter 22

Our steaks arrive, and we sit silently while the waitress lays them on our table. He gives her one of his seductive smiles, and I watch her slump with desire.

Jesus, you’re being so obvious. It’s pathetic, woman!

I frown across at him, a visual telling off. He likes to invoke the reaction for amusement, the eternal playboy with a childish temperament. He wants the effect he has on women of all ages.

“She may have trouble finishing her shift now,” I scold after she wanders away.

“Jealous?” He winks at me, but I glare at him coldly.

No! Maybe.

“Your unflailing libido never fails to impress me,” I retort sarcastically, ignoring how often it does annoy me.

“Least I have a sex life.” He takes a mouthful of food, giving me that teasing eyebrow lift of his.

“Meaning?” I pick up my fork and clean it on my napkin before starting the salad, still watching him solemnly.

“Meaning, I’ve spent many intimate hours with you and have yet to see a