“You’re spending a lot of time with him. And a father has instincts about these things. About other men.”
Then I was angry at my father too. But I didn’t have the guts to cancel on George, either.
What if Sebastian finds out about the date with George and breaks up with me?
I’ll kill my father. I really will.
Why don’t I have any control over my life?
I’m about to reach for my bag, when I remember I don’t have it. It’s under the table where Sebastian hid it. I take a deep breath. I order myself to buck up, put on a smiley face, get back out there, and act like everything is fine.
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When I return, our plates have been cleared. “So,” I begin with false cheeriness.
“Do you want dessert?” Sebastian asks.
“Do you?”
“I asked you first. Can you please make a decision?”
“Sure. Let’s have dessert.” Why is this so excruciating? Chinese fingernail torture sounds more appealing.
“Two cheesecakes,” he says to the waitress, ordering for me again.
“Sebastian—”
“Yes?” He looks like thunder.
“Are you still angry?”
“Look, Carrie. I spend all this time planning a date and taking you out to a really nice restaurant and all you do is pick on me.”
“Huh?” I say, caught off guard.
“I feel like I can’t do anything right.”
For a second, I sit frozen in horror. What am I doing?
He’s right, of course. I’m the one who’s being a jerk, and for what? Am I so scared of losing him that I’m trying to push him away before he can break up with me?
He said he wanted to take me to France, for Christ’s sake. What more do I want?
“Sebastian?” I ask in a tiny voice.
“Yes?”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.” He pats my hand. “Everyone makes mistakes.”
I nod, sinking further into my chair, but Sebastian’s mood is suddenly restored. He pulls my chair around next to his, and, in full view of the entire restaurant, kisses me.
“I’ve been wanting to do this all night,” he whispers.
“Me too,” I murmur. Or at least, I thought I did. But after a few seconds, I break away. I’m still a bit angry and confused. But I take another sip of my martini and push the angry feelings down, right to the bottom of my soles, where hopefully, they won’t cause any more trouble.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN