Pretend You're Mine (Inked Hearts 3)

“Emma has great taste.”

“But I can only take so much of it.”

Ryan breaks from the conversation. Moves toward the counter. “You really gonna take Leighton’s cover?”

“Not this one. But I’d love if she designed one.” She looks to me. “I can pay you.”

“No. It’s on me.” My lips curl into a smile. It feels good, being appreciated.

“We should finish your portfolio tonight,” Ryan says.

I nod, even though it’s nearly finished.

“My place. At seven. We can walk over after work,” he says.

“I’ll be here.” I watch him return to his suite.

Kaylee turns to me. “You’re sure it’s one-way?”

“I was.” But now…

Now it seems like there’s a chance.

Chapter 19

Leighton

“I still say we should get street tacos.”

Ryan shakes his head you’re ridiculous as he locks the front door. He kicks off his shoes and tosses his keys on the dining table. “I’m cooking.”

I slide out of my sandals. Set my messenger bag on the floor. “What if I want street tacos?”

“When’s the last time you ate a home cooked meal?”

“You made me breakfast.”

“That I didn’t make you?”

Uh… It’s been awhile. “I don’t cook.”

“Exactly.” He slides his backpack off his shoulders, sets it on the plain black dining chair. “I want to know you’re eating food.”

My chest gets light. He’s insisting on feeding me. It’s some deep seated, primal love.

I argue anyway. “Tacos are food.”

He makes that get real sound.

“They’re a balanced meal. Meat, bread, vegetables.”

“Vegetables?” He moves into the kitchen. “Really?”

“Avocados.”

“Are a fruit.”

“Salsa.”