He tipped his head toward the busy street up ahead. Broadway, I registered vaguely.
Well, at least I wasn’t lost anymore.
“Shall we?”
It was the closest to a formal invitation I was going to get.
Nope.
“That can’t possibly be the best you’ve got,” I said. “I deserve better.”
The sudden nonchalance disappeared, replaced by his original glower. I wasn’t sure which was harder, being on the receiving end of that nearly intolerable intensity or being totally ignored for a piece of jewelry.
Xavier extended his hand. “Please, Ces. Let me explain. And afterward, if you want to go, I’ll let you. You have my word.”
I should have said no. I should have caught the first cab back to Brooklyn, put on my sweatpants, and forgot that Xavier Sato ever existed.
But his eyes, so wide and blue, disarmed me even in the shadows.
Curiosity killed the cat. I wondered if it was going to kill me too.
“Fine,” I said. “Dinner. Let’s go.”