Page 115 of The Heart You Kept

“I beg your pardon?”

“Stop wasting my time,” he snaps. “You aren’t even listening.”

“I am listening,” I fire back. “I am processing.”

“Processing what?”

“Don’t be rude, Edward,” I snap. “I am not in the mood for you today.”

“Well, I am not in the mood for you either.”

“Oh my.” Nel laughs. “You two really are like siblings.” She pushes her chair out. “I’m going to the bathroom.” She disappears across the restaurant and my eyes come back to Edward.

“What are you doing?” he snaps. “I am giving you the opportunity of a lifetime and you are sitting there daydreaming.”

“For your information,” I spit, “I am not daydreaming, I am fuming.”

“Fuming?”

“Why did you bring me here to watch you flirt with your interior decorator?”

Amusement flashes across his face.

“This isn’t funny, Edward.”

“Jealous?”

“Not one bit,” I fume. “Disgusted.”

“Disgusted?”

“Yes. You disgust me.”

He leans his elbow on the table and steeples his pointer finger up over his cheekbone, his eyes dancing with mischief. “So why do you keep thinking about me?”

“I’m. Not. Thinking. About. You.”

“So…” His eyebrows flick up. “My cock, then?”

“Listen here, you,” I whisper angrily. “Stop talking about your cock to me. Your cock has nothing to do with this.”

“Famous last words.”

“Of whom?” I fire back. “I never read any famous last words about your dick in the history books.”

“That’s because you are out of touch with quality literature.”

“So…” Nel says.

We both lean back guiltily.

“I think I have enough to start on.” I close my notepad that doesn’t have one frigging note in it. “I’m going to workshop this and I have to get going because I have a….” I try to think on my feet. “I have a lunch date I have to get to.”

Edward’s eyes meet mine. “With who?”

I shrug nonchalantly. “The man I came to Paris to meet.”

Yes…this is good.