Chapters (39)
- WARNING AND TRIGGERS
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Epilogue
- AUTHORS NOTE
- ABOUT BREA ALEPOÚ
- ALSO BY BREA ALEPOÚ
- ABOUT SKYLER SNOW
- ALSO BY SKYLER SNOW
The table was fixed, and all the glass was cleaned up.
“Again, sir, we deeply apologize.”
“It is fine.”
When had I become so patient? Yes, they had dumped wine all over my man, but I wasn’t ready to rip anyone’s head off. Was this Tex’s doing? Was he changing me?
“Your meal will be on us,” the chief said.
“It’s fine,” I repeated. “Just make sure there are no more issues.” I waved them away just as Tex came out.
“It wasn’t their fault. I wasn’t paying attention.” Tex sat back down, and I reached for his hand over the table.
“Why did you get up so fast?”
“Um, you said I was important.”
My head tilted. “You are.”
Tex looked up and finally met my eyes. “You know, you’re oddly romantic.”
Am I? I was simply telling him the truth.
“Sorry I made a mess on your first official date,” Tex said.
“There is nothing to be sorry for. As long as you’re not harmed, everything else can be replaced.”
“Yeah, but I know how you feel about messes.”
He pays too close attention to me.
“When I’m outside of my home, they don’t bother me nearly as much.”
Tex’s shoulders finally eased as he relaxed. I hadn’t known he was so nervous; it was interesting. Tex always seemed so confident when we left our home. I realized I liked this side of him too.
The food came out shortly after. I ate, but mostly, I watched Tex. The way he enjoyed food could drive any man crazy. Before I knew it, we were leaving the restaurant, and the valet handed the keys over.
“Dinner was nice, except for the part where I spilled an entire bottle of wine.” Tex groaned as he stared down at his stained suit.
“The date isn’t over.”
“It’s not?”
I shook my head and took his hand in mine. I placed a chase kiss on the back of it. A tempting blush crept up Tex’s neck and colored his cheeks.
“One more place. The premiere of The Last Candidate is tonight.” Some spy movie Tex had brought up a few times. We still had two hours before the movie started.
“You know, we can watch it at home,” Tex said.
Warmth flooded my chest. I didn’t like movie theaters because they could be too loud and crowded. Still, I’d made arrangements for that as well. I did everything to ensure Tex and I had a perfect date.
“It’s the premiere. This time you will see it before others spoil it for you.”
Tex groaned. “It’s annoying as hell, people who see the movie freaking post about it right after ruining it for the rest of us.”