The Firefighter's Secret Obsession: Secret Alpha Billionaire Romance: Bronx (Rosesson Brothers Book 3) by Lisa Ladew

Author:Lisa Ladew [Ladew, Lisa]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: General Fiction
Publisher: Heat Publishing LLC
Published: 2016-04-06T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 20

Eme

Eme took another bite of her Moroccan salmon and savored it, eyeing the couscous and cherries on the side. She was saving that for last. The night so far had been perfect, and she couldn't believe how Bronx had pulled it off with absolutely no notice. He'd taken her to Union Square and, over her protests, bought her an elegant shawl that had pulled her everyday outfit together and made it acceptable for a romantic restaurant like Gitane, where they were now eating in low-lighted luxury.

He'd pulled a blazer and a change of shoes out of the back seat of his truck and transformed in front of her eyes from hard-working, blue-collar guy to sophisticated gentleman. He kept a foot in both worlds, making her watch him, wanting to figure out his secret.

"So where are you from?" he asked, making adrenaline squirt through her arteries. She wanted to hide behind her napkin, she was that flustered at the question.

Oh yeah, this was why she shouldn't be dating. Simple questions like this that could actually destroy everything she'd fought and clawed to build.

Would she never be free?

She took a deep breath. She was here now. She just had to deal with it. But she was taking too long to say anything. She made a show of chewing and wiped her mouth with her napkin, finally looking at him.

"Germany."

"Really?" His face showed surprise. "You don't sound German."

She dropped her eyes and hated every second of the lie. Even though she knew she had to be consistent, something in her wanted to never lie to this man, even if the lie was saving her ass, and maybe her life.

"I grew up in Ireland, moved to Germany as a teen. I never caught the German accent."

He leaned forward. "You don't sound Irish either. You don't speak with an accent at all. Well, except on certain words."

She smiled, hoping he couldn't see how fast her heart was beating. "Good. I try hard not to speak with an accent."

"Is that why you speak slowly?"

She smiled. It was. "Yes."

"I love the way you speak. The thoughtfulness with which you choose your words. And how they sound every once in a while when I can hear a slight accent."

Eme just stared at him. No man had ever said anything so heartfelt to her before. No man had ever paid that much attention to her, as a person before.

He took another bite of his chicken tagine, his eyes heavy on her. She dropped her gaze first, not sure what to think.

"How long have you been in America?"

"Almost two years."

"Why did you move here?"

Eme took another bite of her food so she didn't have to answer right away. He was going to keep asking her questions about herself, she could tell, and she hated it. She would have loved it though, if she could have told him the truth. The attention made her light up from the inside out. It made her feel special.

"I, ah, I always wanted to live in America.

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