CHAPTER TWENTY TWO

" you now stalk me."

Clint gave her a long-suffering look. "I didn't mean it that way."

Her shoulders sagged, but she buttressed them with a long breath. "I

know you think I am going to expose your secrets but to be honest, I care less."

For a moment, he studied the tabletop, head bowed. Just when she thought she'd admire his hair, he raised his head. "I thought you needed explanations?"

She folded her arms over her belly, not quite ready to delve into that

subject. "We need to talk about our last night together ."

Why had she mentioned it? She'd intended to steer way clear of the

topic, but here she was veering straight into oncoming traffic. Okay, so

what had she meant to discuss with him? Not a goddamn clue.

"I'm thirsty," she blurted out. She took a menu from the napkin stand

and pretended to be obsessed with it. "Starving too. Let's order first, okay?"

His irritated sigh raked across her nerves. "Whatever you want."

There was the problem. She had no idea what she wan