This was true.
“Plan on more shoes in the future, Sweet Pea,” he muttered and my belly got squishy again, my heart swelled again and that tingly feeling in my throat came back.
Therefore, I announced, “This is freaking me out.”
He glanced at me then looked back at the road. “What?”
“You, being sweet. Generous and sweet. Generous, forthcoming about your life… ish, and sweet. It’s freaking me out.”
“Why?” he asked.
“This isn’t us,” I answered.
“This is the us you wanted us to be, Gwen,” he returned.
“I’m not sure about that,” I lied.
“Bullshit, babe,” he called me on it. “I know you wanna pretend I wasn’t there but I was at your parents’ dinner table last night.”
Oh shit. We were back on this.
“I told you I was making stuff up,” I lied again. “Meredith is romantic. She fainted when she met Dad because she knew he was the man of her dreams, with one look, she knew. She loves me. She wants that for me, she always has so I gave it to her.”
His hand left my thigh so he could shift as he stated quietly, “Gwen, baby, you meant every word you said.”
“Did not,” I returned.
He stopped the car and I saw we were parked outside Tamayo on Larimer Square in lower downtown Denver, otherwise known as LoDo. Tamayo had brilliant Mexican food. Tamayo had unusual, delicious cocktails and guacamole that proved there was a God. Tamayo had a gorgeous mural behind the bar and a sun terrace. Tamayo was awesome.
My eyes went to him as I felt Hawk turn to me.
“Don’t,” he ordered softly.
“Don’t what?” I asked.
His hand lifted, fingers curling around the back of my neck and he pulled me to him. “Don’t pollute what came out of your mouth last night.”
Suddenly I realized this was important to him, not a little, a lot and not a lot but a whole lot and I didn’t know what to do with that but something about it scared the freaking shit out of me.
“Hawk –” I whispered and his hand slid from my neck to my jaw but his thumb moved up to press against my lips.
“Don’t,” he repeated.
“Okay,” I whispered against his thumb.
He dropped his hand and unbuckled my belt then he folded out of the car. He was at my door before I could rest one Jimmy Choo clad foot to the pavement. He took my hand, pulled me out of the car, kept hold of my hand and Hawk, me and my Jimmy Choos walked into Tamayo.
Chapter Thirteen
Totally Missed Out
I woke up and heard Hawk’s murmur from what seemed like far away.
He was on the phone.
I opened my eyes.
I was in Hawk’s bed.