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idea. We’ve both got nowhere to be. I’m starving and its lunch time. Consider it a working lunch to get to know one another.” He leaned closer to me. “Besides, everyone has to eat, right Bambi?”
    I squirmed in my seat, unsure of how to handle him. “Why do I get the feeling you always get your way, Quarterback?”
    He watched me carefully, his gaze dropping down to my lips briefly before lifting to meet my eyes again. “Because I always do.”
    We pulled up outside a restaurant a few blocks away and I got to witness first-hand the quarterback effect as the host greeted Will by name before escorting us to a booth at the back of the packed dining room. When we were seated, he reached his long arms across the table, palms flat on the wood as he stared at me intently.
    “Do Aussie girls like burgers?”
    “If by Aussie girls you’re referring to me, then absolutely. Who doesn’t?”
    “Great answer, I knew there was a reason I liked you. And for the record, I could list a dozen women who’ve never had the pleasure of eating a burger. You have to try the one they serve here—it’s life changing.”
    I looked down at my menu. “Isn’t this a French restaurant though? Surely having a burger is a waste.”
    “Not at all, and besides, they come with fries on the side so it’s technically still French.” Sliding down in his seat a little his knee found mine, bumping it playfully. “Trust me, you’ll have menu envy when my delicious burger arrives and you’re stuck with some shitty salad.”
    I laughed, being careful to shift my legs away from his. “Well when you put it like that…tell me something though, is there any meal that doesn’t come with a side of fries? I’ve been here two weeks and I don’t think I’ve gone a day without them.”
    Will considered this for a second. “Fries are pretty much a food group in America. You’d be hard pressed to find a meal without them. That is, unless you’re ordering the other major food group. Pizza.”
    “Oh God I love pizza.”
    When Will stilled and his gaze dropped again to my mouth, I realized how breathy I’d sounded in my attempt to be melodramatic. He blinked a few times, pulling himself back up in his seat. “So they don’t serve fries with breakfast back home?”
    “Nope, we know how to do breakfast and it doesn’t involve fries.”
    The waiter came to take our order then and after handing him my menu, I looked back over at Will to find him still watching me.
    “So if the breakfasts are so good, what made you pack up and come here?”
    I shrugged. “I guess it was an opportunity too good to pass up. I came over with a job already secured and in twelve months, I’ll be able to go back home to it. It’s not every day things line up like that.”
    Will nodded. “Can’t argue with that. So what happened to the poor guy you left behind?”
    Shocked by his forwardness, I looked down into my water glass. “Um, there’s no guy, just me.”
    Danger zone Emma, change the subject.
    “What about you? I mean…I don’t want to know about the women, just…well, where did you grow up?”
    I finally looked up when he didn’t answer to find an amused look on his face. He was clearly enjoying playing with me. “I’m a born and bred New Yorker. I went to college on the West Coast but other than that, I’ve always lived here.”
    “Really? I can’t imagine growing up in a city like this. I mean, it’s one thing to live here as an adult, but to be a kid in New York? I can’t even comprehend that.”
    He laughed. “Well, technically we had two homes. One in Connecticut and another in the city. We moved out to Connecticut to go to school but spent most of our holidays here. My family is all back on Manhattan now.”
    “Huh. Do you have brothers and sisters?”
    His eyes lit up. “Yeah, I have two brothers and one sister. I’m the youngest.”
    “Wow, big family. Must have kept your parents busy.”
    “Yeah, you could say that. I think Mom