70|Not Here To Fix You

"It smells divine," Marybeth said as she sniffed her food.

When she took her first bite, and all the flavours, textures, and sensations hit her mouth, she couldn't stop herself from moaning loudly.

Austin smiled smugly at her, "I told you it's the best mussels you'll ever have."

Blushing, she put down her fork and twirled her free pass between her fingers, thinking of her next question.

"Aren't you eating?"

"Is that part of your interrogation?" He cocked his brow and laced his hands behind his head.

"No." She quickly shook her head. "Are you a hitman?"

Austin gazed at her for a while, silence engulfing them as soon as she asked her question.

Sitting up, he pulled his plate closer and took a small bite of his food. "I told you I don't kill for the fun of it, Beth, and I've never been paid to kill. Now, I have a question for you."

"What?"

"Are you still in love with him?"

"Don't be absurd!" she reached for the bottle and topped herself up when it became obvious he wasn't going to do it