Chapter 18

• Nero drove us to one of the most sophisticated restaurant in Manhattan. He’s been muttering things under his breath as he pulled over Heft. And I couldn’t help but notice how his biceps would flex every time he rotates the steering wheel.
• I gulped and looked away. Inappropriate thoughts are starting to flood my brain so I have to stop looking. I don’t want him to think that I’m the one wanting those things.
• “I have a jacket the backseat, Kinsella.”