I was almost positive he'd never said that to another woman. It wasn't a Cruz-type behavior to proclaim love.
"Sorry it took so long," Cruz's voice startled me, causing me to jump a little. He grinned, obviously amused. As he sat down, he added, "You were in deep thought."
I nodded. "Yeah. Just thinking."
That wiped out his smile. "About?"
He was as unsure as I was. That helped a little bit. I wasn't the only one feeling vulnerable. "About everything. Nothing specific."
He leaned forward and looked at me with a serious and intense expression. "Please don't question this or me. Give me time. I can be all those things you think I can't."
I slid my hand over the table and covered his. "I know. That's not what I was thinking about."
He seemed relieved and his thumb wrapped around my finger. "Good."
"Hello Lila Kate, Cruz," the interruption was from Kelsey Torrent, the head of marketing for the Kerrington Club.
Cruz's hand slipped away from mine abruptly, and he sat up straight in his chair. No one else would notice he'd done it so smoothly. But Kelsey's interruption had startled him. She'd been working for the club for five years now. I didn't know her that well.
"Hello, Kelsey," Cruz replied barely glancing up at her.
Kelsey smiled as if our greeting had been much warmer. I felt awkwardness that didn't make sense hanging over us. "Hello," I said trying to make up for Cruz's response.
Kelsey barely glanced at me. "Your father wants to see you," she said to Cruz. Her tone was annoyed. She didn't seem to care much for him. I wondered if she felt threatened by his position at the club. I could imagine she wasn't excited about answering to someone twenty years younger than her in the coming years.
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"I just left his office," Cruz replied.
She was trying to cover her sudden anger. But I could see it behind her fake smile. "That may be so, but he wants you to come back. I'm sure," she glanced at me with a tight smile. "Miss Carter can finish lunch alone."
I started to tell him I could just head back to the studio and work, but Cruz spoke first. "I'll eat my lunch, and then see what Dad needs in his office."
Kelsey Torrent wasn't pleased. She was more than annoyed. When she spun around and walked away, I let out a breath I'd been holding. I thought the two of them were going to cause a scene. Which would have probably gotten her fired, and Cruz in serious trouble.
"I don't think she likes you very much," I said quietly once she was out of the dining room.
He shrugged as if he didn't care, but he was tense. That had bothered him. I felt bad for him. Having to join a company like this and deal with employees who didn't like that he'd be their boss eventually. "She's uptight," was all he said.
We ordered our food and Cruz tried to relax unsuccessfully. I wished he'd just find out what his father wanted instead of worrying about ignoring him or putting him off. I glanced at my phone and decided to fib to Cruz to relieve him from this lunch with me. He would worry the entire time if he didn't answer to his father.
"Oh, that's the decorator I need to meet with. She's available now but won't be again until Thursday. I need to see what she can do and get a quote. Do you mind?"
"No, that's fine. You need to meet with her. I'll be there later today. I need to deal with my dad first."
"Thank you. I'm sorry. I can just ask the kitchen to pack up my food to go."
He stood then. "I'll get it from the kitchen. They'll take their time otherwise." He was being helpful, but his head was somewhere else. We were new. Our relationship and being seen in public was new. So, I didn't feel like I could question him too much about what was distracting him. I would have to let him tell me what was going on when he was ready.
I got my purse and drank the rest of my tea before he walked back with a bag containing my lunch. It was hard to miss the eyes that followed him as he walked through the restaurant. Many spoke to him. Others watched him like he was a meal they wanted. I couldn't blame them. He was so very easy to look at.
When he reached the table, I stood up, and he kissed me. Right there for everyone to see. It was like he was making a claim. Letting them all know. But in reality, he was showing me he was serious. I took the bag once the kiss ended and felt my cheeks turn warm.
"You're blushing," he smirked.
"Yes," I whispered. "These people may not all know me, but they all know you."