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Chapter 162
Chapter 162Ivan laughs a little and shakes his head, coming forward to take
me by the arm. “I’m sorry, Fay,” he says, and | look up to see real apology on his face. “I shouldn’t have said that-you lookbeautiful.”
I'm still blushing, though. | never should have worn this dress.
“Come on,” Ivan says, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and nodding his head towards the restaurant. “Let’s go getsomething
to eat.”
I stop in my tracks, though, realizing — quite suddenly — that | don’t want to go in there. | don’t want to go to another mafiahotspot,
the place Daniel took me because his daddy has connections
here, where Ivan was able to get a last-minute reservation
because he, too, has connections.
Kent sent me on this date, but | get to decide what happens from
here on out. In the end, I’m in control.
Ivan looks down at me, curious about my pause, but | flash him a big smile.
“Actually,” | say, eager. “Do you want to go somewhere else?”
He cocks his head, curious. “I thought you wanted to come here.”
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“Did Kent tell you that?” | ask.
“| told him to send the car to a restaurant | picked, and he said
he was sending you here. Because it’s your favorite.” A slow,
dangerous little smile starts to form on Ivan’s face.
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“Yeah well,” | say, wrinkling my nose at him. “Kent doesn’t know
me as well as he thinks he does.”
Ivan simply nods, his smile growing, and raises a hand to signal the valet to bring his car back.Thirty minutes later, lvan and | are sitting on top of a picnic table in my old neighborhood, our feet resting on the bench and anenormous spread of tacos set out between us. | directed Ivan to
drive here, knowing that my favorite food truck sets itself up on
the edge of this little park on Tuesday nights. It’s dark out, but the
owners have strung up some cheerful lights and are playing some
traditional music. It’s not a busy night, either, so Ivan and | have the place mostly to ourselves.It is, overall, kind of perfect.
“This is amazing,” lvan murmurs, taking another bite of a carne asada taco. “How did | not know that this place was here?”I give him a little wink. “Neighborhood secret,” | say, lifting my
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beer to my mouth and taking a sip. “We don’t usually let outsiders
in but,” | give him a surveying glance from head to foot, “for you, we'll make an exception.”Ivan smirks at me. “Gracious of you,” he says, and then takes another bite, finishing his taco and reaching for another.
I smile, pleased that he approves, and nestle a little further into the warmth of Ivan’s suit jacket. He spread over my shoulderswhen we got here, intuiting that | might get cold sitting outside. | watch
Ivan as he eats, observing the tattoos on his forearms that are
revealed by his rolled—up shirtsleeves.
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