CHAPTER FORTY-NINE

The moment I taste Greta’s infamous omelet, I moan in satisfaction.

"Oh my God, this is so good."

I take another bite and look up from my plate to see Gavin watching me. The look in his eyes is deep, hungry and it’s not for food.

"What? It’s really good."

"They’re the best known to man, baby. I did warn you."

I take a sip of water and smile at him.

"You did. Can we get out of here, now?" I’m eager to go home and have him all to myself again.

Three days apart made me desperate to be with him, and he did say we had all day. I fully intend to soak up every precious minute with Gavin as much as I can.

Wiping his mouth with a napkin, Gavin takes my hand and helps me out of the booth and then puts two bills down on the table.

"Let’s go."

As we’re heading back towards the trail that leads to the penthouse and Garment district, my phone starts to ring. I’m tempted to let it go to voicemail, knowing that it couldn’t be important this early in the morning.

But Gavin smiles slowly, in that way