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“Is
there anything else I can bring you two?” their peppy waitress asked as she
bounced in place.
Nalia
Inez looked over at the man who asked her out to that small restaurant. When he didn’t answer, she furrowed her brow
for a second, before offering a smile to the girl, no older than nineteen. “No, thank you,” she said. “We’ll wave for you if we need anything.”
“You
got it!”
The
waitress spirited off, leaving Nalia to look at Dennick Sharpe with scrutinizing
eyes. “Are you naturally that rude?” she
asked.
“Pretty
much,” Dennick replied passively, not at all apologetic. He had yet to touch his food, looking more
than ready to dive right in to the real reason he dragged Nalia out of her
hotel room with no warning. She sighed
and waved her fork-holding hand at him and he didn’t skip a beat. He leaned in, fingers of his hands lacing
together in front of his face. “You
really need to get out of here first chance you get.”
