503 Chapter 503

My pondering was interrupted when Christian plunked his coffee down on the table and slid into the booth across from me. He'd ordered the smaller size. Peewee or something? As tired as he looked, I thought maybe he should've gone with Largo. "Rough night?" he asked, and I wondered if maybe I also looked like I could've used a Largo.

"You could say that." I definitely wasn't about to go over my argument with Brandon with this guy. I ran my hands through my hair, wanting to get on with it but not knowing where to start.

"Man, who would've ever thought even a week ago you'd be sneaking out in the middle of the night to see me, huh?"

I didn't like the implications of his comment and swallowed hard before I said, "You don't have to make it sound like that." Like we were on a date or something. Barf.

"Like what?"