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He balks. “No. Don’t talk crazy. I shouldn’t have said that. I’m sorry.”

Placing a gentle kiss on my hairline, he pulls away and strides to his kitchen. “Hungry?”

“Not really. I’m going to go unpack and take off my travel clothes.”

I’m not sure you could call this a spare room since it’s as lavish as the rest of Zach’s apartment. The huge king-size bed is adorned in crisp, expensive white bedding, and the white wooden bed frame is modern and sleek. The ensuite bathroom is just as impressive, with a spa tub that could swallow my entire place whole.

Zach shouts through from the kitchen. “How about we watch a movie? I have some game footage from last season I need to go over, but I can do that while you’re out with the girls tomorrow.”

I unzip my hoodie and step out of my sneakers, which I realize I should’ve taken off at the door, but I was kind of distracted. “Hmmm, well that depends on what type of movies you’re into. I’m not about to invest two hours of my life that I can never get back on some terrible comedy.”

He comes into view and leans against the door frame, and as he crosses his arms over his chest, his biceps bulge against the fabric of his sleek shirt.

Not helping.

“You don’t like comedies?”

“I said I don’t likebadcomedies.”

“The Hangover?”

I tap my chin. “Passable.”

He pushes off the doorframe and takes a step toward me, his arms still crossed over his chest. “Step Brothers?”

“Oh yeah, that’s a good one.”

“Bridesmaids?”

I screw my face up. “Nah, there’s better out there.”

He’s only a couple of feet away from me when he bends down to my height, a smirk spread across his gorgeous, tanned face. “Just a side note for future reference. Never, ever, say that in front of my best friend.”

“Why?”

“He claims there’s no finer movie that’s ever been made, and he really means it.”

I snicker, walking over to my case to begin unpacking.

As I push back the lid, Zach’s mouth hangs open at the way I’ve rammed everything in. “Woman, have you packed for four nights or four weeks?”

I begin unloading everything but the kitchen sink. “I started overthinking what I needed. For example, what do I wear tomorrow when I’m out with Kate and Felicity? Then there were the shoes to go with the dress I somehow need to afford for this gala. So, I packed all my favorite heels, hoping at least one pair will match what I choose.”

“You didn’t need to worry about that.”

“Oh, trust me, I did. There’s no way I’m bringing this event down.” I begin hurriedly searching through my bag. The anxietyover being Zach’s date and all the eyes on us sends me into a small panic. I’m used to the quiet, secluded life. That’s my comfort zone.

“Luna, you could turn up in a trash bag, and you’d still be the most beautiful woman in the room.”

I flush but continue inspecting the contents of my bag. “I highly doubt that.”

“And you really don’t need to worry about buying a dress and shoes. Anything you want, I’m taking care of it.”

I lift my head up to tell himabsolutely not.But he’s already disappeared. A minute or so later, he returns, his black leather wallet in hand. “Here, take my credit card. Buy whatever you want. Buy twenty dresses and a million pairs of shoes. It’s yours.”

He holds out his black AMEX, an expectant look on his face. “Zach, I can’t take this. I refuse to spend your money.”

He takes my hand and puts his card in my palm. “Take it. Let me treat you.”