Lena POV“Ah, Mr. Hale, it's lovely to have you back again with us,” the chef said, bobbing his head. Nathan, predictably, was ignoring him. He had his hand on the small of my back, his fingers trailing light lines over my bare skin. Each touch of his sent tingles coursing up my spine. I struggled to speak, but it felt like my tongue weighed a hundred tons. “Mr. Hale?” the chef said nervously. Nathan finally turned to face him. “Good evening, Enzo. Don't tell me you weren't expecting me. I have a reservation here every last Friday of the month.”Sweat actually dripped down the face of the chef. He looked nervous, and he wrung his hands anxiously. “Well, ah… we heard of your … predicament. We prayed earnestly for your recovery, I most of all. Then…”“Then what, Enzo?” Nathan asked, his voice dangerously low. Enzo swallowed loudly. “Mr. Sebastian informed the establishment that you were not goi
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