He hadn’t lusted after a woman since the last woman he’d lived with. Clearly he needed to have a conversation with his dick, because this was not the one to start with.
“Start by telling me what had you cursing and grunting earlier. Did you hurt yourself?” She cocked her head.
“No,” he lied.
Her eyebrows jumped briefly. “You don’t have to tell me. I’m not your nurse.”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“You don’t answer any of mine.”
“Dammit, Sable.”
Her nickname suited her. It was exotic like her eyes and matched the deep brown of her hair. Her steady gaze reminded him of the spice in the food. She was almost too hot for him to handle.
“Forget it.” Rather than continue to argue, he pushed himself from the table and stalked back to his office, fists balled at his sides in frustration. Having a woman here—sharing a meal with her—reminded him of a time he couldn’t get back. A time in his life when he’d opened up, but it hadn’t been enough. The one time when everything blew up in his face.
In his office, he glanced down at his leg in consideration.
Correction. Twice.
Twice now life had blown up in his face.