me up with. I’d ordered a drink immediately, and awkwardness had set in. Meanwhile, her Darling Darrin was going on and on about himself. Nik, on the other hand, wasn’t any happier than I was to realize I was the nice Greek girl his “ma” had been trying to fix him up with since she’d found out he was moving to Clearview.
I should have had a clue.
Greeks weren’t anything if not thorough. She’d done her homework and had found out which Greek women were of age and single. Since he was only half Greek, most of my cousins had said no. But since my parents were as desperate as she seemed to be, they’d been in cahoots ever since.
Neither one of us wanted anything to do with having two Greek families to deal with, not to mention we weren’t ready to settle down. Only one problem. It didn’t matter what we wanted. When Greek mamas got involved, weddings were being planned from the get-go.
“No offense, Kalli,” Nik said, “but I just arrived in Clearview. I only said yes to Jaz because she seemed nice enough, and she offered to show me around town. I really need to focus on my career. You know how it is.”
“No offense, Detective, but I hardly remember asking you to focus on me,” I pointed out. “And I only said yes because I owed Jaz a favor. You’re really not my type.” I smirked. “You know how it is.” It frustrated me that I let him get to me. That normally never happened. I liked being in control. There was just something about him that unsettled me.
He narrowed his eyes. “Good to know. And just so you know, you’re not exactly my type, either.”
“Fabulous.” I wiped off the outside of my water glass where the waiter had touched it to refill, and then I rearranged my napkin three times before I took a sip.
“I’m surprised you didn’t bring your own glass, too.” He smirked back at me, and then those unnerving blue eyes of his studied me intently.
I cleared my throat. “I always carry my own silverware. You have no idea what sort of sanitation device they use in places like these.”
“It’s called a dishwasher. Last time I checked they kill 99% of bacteria. Most likely cleaner than the inside of your purse.”
“Ah, yes,” I held up my finger, “but they don’t kill the bacteria on the waiter’s hands, now do they? And you obviously don’t know me. You could eat out of my purse it’s that clean.”
“The scary thing is I actually believe it.” He snorted, then sighed as his leg bumped into mine beneath the table.
I looked down and frowned at my purse when I heard , I’m usually always the perfect gentleman. What is it about you that brings out the worst side of me?
My eyes whipped up to his and I gaped at him, shocked that he would ask me that. “Excuse me?”
“Never mind.” He turned to focus on Darrin, and I did the same.
Normally I didn’t care what people thought of me or my quirks, and it made me so angry that it actually mattered to me what he thought. I repeat … Jaz was so dead when this night was over. I tried to give her “the look” so she would know I was more than ready to go, but she clung to every word that came out of Dingleburg Darrin’s mouth.
“And then I traveled to Europe and closed a forty-million-dollar deal all before lunch. It was a good week.” A smug look seemed permanently plastered to his handsome yet annoying face.
Nik’s leg bumped mine beneath the table once more, but no matter how much I discreetly squirmed, there was no room to move away.
That is such bullshit .
“Well, that was rude.” I looked away from Darrin and shot Nik a surprised look. He was a lot more vocal than earlier, like he suddenly had no filters.
“What?” He scratched his head, his brows puckering together as he stared at me.
“I hear ya, man,” Darrin said to Nik. “Those bean burritos will do you in every time. Word of advice. That’s not cool in front of the ladies.” He snorted, laughing at himself. There was nothing appealing
I should have had a clue.
Greeks weren’t anything if not thorough. She’d done her homework and had found out which Greek women were of age and single. Since he was only half Greek, most of my cousins had said no. But since my parents were as desperate as she seemed to be, they’d been in cahoots ever since.
Neither one of us wanted anything to do with having two Greek families to deal with, not to mention we weren’t ready to settle down. Only one problem. It didn’t matter what we wanted. When Greek mamas got involved, weddings were being planned from the get-go.
“No offense, Kalli,” Nik said, “but I just arrived in Clearview. I only said yes to Jaz because she seemed nice enough, and she offered to show me around town. I really need to focus on my career. You know how it is.”
“No offense, Detective, but I hardly remember asking you to focus on me,” I pointed out. “And I only said yes because I owed Jaz a favor. You’re really not my type.” I smirked. “You know how it is.” It frustrated me that I let him get to me. That normally never happened. I liked being in control. There was just something about him that unsettled me.
He narrowed his eyes. “Good to know. And just so you know, you’re not exactly my type, either.”
“Fabulous.” I wiped off the outside of my water glass where the waiter had touched it to refill, and then I rearranged my napkin three times before I took a sip.
“I’m surprised you didn’t bring your own glass, too.” He smirked back at me, and then those unnerving blue eyes of his studied me intently.
I cleared my throat. “I always carry my own silverware. You have no idea what sort of sanitation device they use in places like these.”
“It’s called a dishwasher. Last time I checked they kill 99% of bacteria. Most likely cleaner than the inside of your purse.”
“Ah, yes,” I held up my finger, “but they don’t kill the bacteria on the waiter’s hands, now do they? And you obviously don’t know me. You could eat out of my purse it’s that clean.”
“The scary thing is I actually believe it.” He snorted, then sighed as his leg bumped into mine beneath the table.
I looked down and frowned at my purse when I heard , I’m usually always the perfect gentleman. What is it about you that brings out the worst side of me?
My eyes whipped up to his and I gaped at him, shocked that he would ask me that. “Excuse me?”
“Never mind.” He turned to focus on Darrin, and I did the same.
Normally I didn’t care what people thought of me or my quirks, and it made me so angry that it actually mattered to me what he thought. I repeat … Jaz was so dead when this night was over. I tried to give her “the look” so she would know I was more than ready to go, but she clung to every word that came out of Dingleburg Darrin’s mouth.
“And then I traveled to Europe and closed a forty-million-dollar deal all before lunch. It was a good week.” A smug look seemed permanently plastered to his handsome yet annoying face.
Nik’s leg bumped mine beneath the table once more, but no matter how much I discreetly squirmed, there was no room to move away.
That is such bullshit .
“Well, that was rude.” I looked away from Darrin and shot Nik a surprised look. He was a lot more vocal than earlier, like he suddenly had no filters.
“What?” He scratched his head, his brows puckering together as he stared at me.
“I hear ya, man,” Darrin said to Nik. “Those bean burritos will do you in every time. Word of advice. That’s not cool in front of the ladies.” He snorted, laughing at himself. There was nothing appealing
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