Noah couldn’t stop eating the butter chicken. Problem was, Zara was standing there, all curvy and delicious and being so nice, and she was waiting for an answer.
“This is great food,” he said.
She cocked her hip and folded her arms. So he would not be telling her he’d found a pair of tickets to her show on opening night. At least not tonight.
“Fine,” he fi…
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