Page 122 of The Silent Note

Her nose scrunches. “No, I didn’t.”

She did.

She stalked my dreams.

Stalked my memories.

Stalked my heart.

If she has any idea how much I’ve ached to be with her, touch her, hold her…

“The point is,” I redirect her attention to the menu, “you don’t have to count your calories because you think I won’t find you attractive at a different size.”

“Don’t lie, Zane. I know looks are important to you.”

“You’reimportant to me.”

She glances away, but when she pulls in her lips I know it’s because she’s trying to hide a smile.

“Eat what you want,” I add.

Grey thinks about it. “Fine. I’ll have a burger. But not because you told me to.”

I nod, proud of her. Tapping the order in and choosing a wine bottle, I send it off.

“The food will take about thirty minutes. You want to shower?”

She pulls back, putting her purse over her chest again.

“That wasn’t an invitation to shower together, Grey. Although I wouldn’t be upset if you wanted to.”

“N-no. You shower first.”

I didn’t expect her to say anything else.

After a long, cold shower, I shrug into a pair of grey sweatpants. Glancing at the T-shirt I brought, I decide to go without it, just to see what Grey will do.

Her eyes nearly pop out of her face when I return to the main room. Her appraisal drops to my hips and slowly winds back up my abs until she reaches my face. She swallows so hard her throat bobs comically.

“You’re up, Grey.”

She doesn’t move.

I arch a brow. “Are you waiting because you really want to shower together?”

She flies into the bathroom so fast, she’s almost a blur. I smirk when I hear the lock on the door click shut.

The food arrives while Grey is still showering.

I wait for her to emerge. Eventually, she comes out in a swirl of steam, wearing the silk pajamas I packed for her. She doesn’t say anything about the clothing choice or the fact that I went through her panties and chose my favorite pair—a red set with a matching bra.

The moment she spots the food, her eyes light up and she dives in right away.

“I guess you were hungry,” I muse when she takes another big chomp.

She freezes, mid-chew and seems to remember that she should be awkward around me. Gingerly, she sets the burger down and dusts her hands of the crumbs.

“I’m ready to talk now.”