I looked down and saw my hands doing exactly that. Stupid nervous energy. Dropping my purse as if it were on fire, I clasped my hands together and forced them to stay still in my lap. I noticed the corner of his mouth rise up in a smirk. Irritation bloomed as I realized he found the whole situation amusing. Of course the bastard would think this was funny. He didn’t lose anything in this arrangement. I’d found out that my boyfriend was a complete bastard, whose ass was so getting kicked out of my apartment the moment I got home. Then I had to watch them break his arm, and while I thoroughly believed he deserved the kick to the nuts, I don’t think I needed to know how violent then man beside me could be. A shiver of fear ran down my back.
I snuck a peak at him. If I’d met Miller in a club or a bar, I know I would have given him a second look—even a third—hoping to catch his eye. With his dark hair and eyes, combined with the strong jaw, Miller was unlike any man I’d ever seen. I shook my head.
I’m an idiot.
This was exactly how women in the horror movies got taken and left for dead. Instead of running the other way, the dumb girls always ran toward the danger. And my dumb ass actually climbed into the car willingly. I gave Miller another quick glance, and while everything I had seen and heard thus far this evening pointed to me being in deep trouble, something in the back of my mind told me that he wouldn’t hurt me. That I wasn’t in physical danger. I wasn’t sure why I believed that, but I did.
It helped that a room full of people had seen me leave with him. Miller didn’t seem like the type of man to leave witnesses behind if he planned on hurting someone.
I realized I was beginning to play things out in my head like some bad slasher movie/mafia plotline, but in the time since I’d left home and moved across the country, I’d made a few bad decisions, but this one took the cake. If I made it home tonight, I would thank every deity I could think of.
My eyes continued to dart back and forth between the road and Miller’s profile until we reached the restaurant. I was surprised when we pulled into the parking lot of La Tratoria. It was one of the most exclusive Italian restaurants in the city; expensive and hard to get into. A thought jumped to the front of my mind.
My head whipped around. “Did you have plans tonight?”
He watched me for a moment. “Besides playing poker for a few more hours, no. Why?”
I gestured to the building in front of us. “If you don’t have a reservation, how in the hell do you expect to get a table? This place books out months in advance.” Not that I’d ever considered going. I couldn’t afford to order a soda in a place like this.
He winked at me and stepped out of the car, quickly rounding the front to open my door. “It helps when your brother owns the place.”
I stepped out of the car and followed Miller inside.
“Mr. Hawes.” A pretty blonde stepped out from behind the podium, her face wreathed in a smile. “It’s so good to see you again.”
For a brief moment, I felt a spurt of jealousy. She was thin, with long legs and cleavage that most women would kill for. And there she was, flirting with my date. On the word date my brain snapped back to reality. Miller Hawes was not mine, and he was definitely not my date. He was stuck with me for the night because Ray was a dipshit.
“Kate. How are you?”
Her smile widened. It was hard to miss the way her eyes wandered down his body. “I’m good. Would you like your regular table?”
He reached back and took my hand, pulling me up to stand next to him. “Do you have anything a little more private?”