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eyes shine with amusement.
    “Sorry,” I mumble, and begin to pull away the fork, but before I can, his mouth closes around the fork and my eyes lock onto his lips, feeling my core clench. I watch him chew, and then laugh when he grimaces.
    “That’s awful.”
    “Try this.” I scoop up some of the korma from my plate and hold it out toward him. This time, his eyes lock on mine as his mouth closes around the fork. The look in their blue-green depths has my pulse singing in my ears. Swallowing, I pull the utensil away then drop my eyes from his to his mouth.
    “Better,” he says roughly as his warm hand comes up and wraps around my lower jaw. Startled, my gaze meets his for a moment before his eyes drop to my mouth and he begins to lean in.
    “Let’s eat before it gets cold,” I blurt, turning my head so his hand is forced to let me go. “You can have this, since you don’t like the tikka,” I tell him, handing him my plate and fork and taking his off his lap while avoiding looking at him. Settling back into the couch, I stuff my mouth with a piece of nan and chew slowly so I don’t do something absolutely dumb, like push him back onto the couch, rip off his shirt, and see if he’s hiding anymore tattoos.
    “So either you’re a vegetarian, or you’re testing me,” he says, and I chew then swallow before looking at him.
    “I’m a vegetarian,” I agree, watching him sit back and place his ankle to his knee.
    “Why?”
    “Why what?” I frown.
    “Why are you a vegetarian?”
    “It’s just something I’ve always done. My parents are vegetarians, and they raised me to be one.”
    “Have you ever tried meat?”
    “Once, when I was in high school. There was never much on the lunch menu for vegetarians. I’m a big girl and was starving to death most days, so I attempted to eat meatloaf. That was the first…and last time,” I add with a smile as his eyes rake over me.
    “You’re not big,” he states, almost like he’s offended on my behalf.
    “I love my body and have accepted it for what it is. I have a pooch, hips, and an ass. When I was young, I would get teased, but now I know I have the body of a woman and I’m okay with who I am.”
    “You should be. You’re beautiful,” he responds immediately, the sincerity of his words and the look in his eyes making my belly warm.
    Wow. I don’t know what to say to that, since most men who look like him wouldn’t even glance in my direction. “Where’s your boyfriend?” he asks, catching me off guard while he leans forward and takes a piece of nan out of the foil on the table.
    “Who told you I have a boyfriend?” I frown.
    “The guys said you mentioned him.”
    “Oh,” I mumble, lifting my feet to the couch and resting my plate on top of my knees. “He lives in Seattle, but is here in town most weekends.”
    “How does he feel about you working here?”
    “He’s okay with it.” I shrug. Wyatt doesn’t really have strong opinions about anything. I know he cares about me, but he’s not the kind of man to say, ‘ No, you can’t do this or that.’ He’s much too passive for that.
    “Really?” he asks with a tone laced with disbelief.
    “Yeah.” I shrug again.
    “So you only see him when he’s in town…like you’re a booty call?” he questions, making my cheeks heat in embarrassment and my spine stiffen in annoyance.
    “Wyatt is a perfect gentlemen,” I hiss, setting my feet to the floor. No way will I tell him that I’m saving my virginity until I find the man I know I will spend the rest of my life with. Since I was a little girl, I have watched my parents, their friends, and my sister sleep around like sex means nothing to them. Hell, when I was sixteen, my mom and dad told me that I was free to have sex with whoever I wanted, and even invited me to one of their free love parties. I just couldn’t do it. And yes, I tried at other times, but every time things got to the point where sex was imminent, I would close