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held up my glass and smiled. “When I was a kid, my nanny used to give me a glass of milk when I couldn’t sleep, and it’s kind of stuck with me.”
    Curiosity tugged at the corner of his sleepy eyes. “Nanny? Where were your parents?”
    “Where weren’t they? Gala’s, art shows, dinner parties… whatever was the hottest invitation of the week.”
    Jaxon bit into a chocolate chip cookie, and I never thought I could be jealous of a piece of food, but watching his lips close around that cookie had me envious. He took another cookie and waved it at me. “I did not guess you as the trust fund baby type.”
    “Good. Because I’m not.”
    “You had a nanny, and your parents went to galas. To me, that pretty much says trust fund baby.”
    “True, but when I decided to go to the college I wanted to go to, and study what I wanted to study, they cut me off.”
    Jaxon’s eyes widened in surprise, and he picked up my milk, taking a sip. “They cut you off completely?”
    “Every penny. I wound up not being able to afford the college of my choice, and I had to take out a million student loans for a school that wasn’t even in my top five. I haven’t spoken with them since I was eighteen.”
    He held out the box of cookies to me, and, while I usually avoided sugar in the middle of the night, I took one. “Thanks.”
    Realization flashed in his eyes. “Bertha. That’s why she means so much to you. You bought her yourself. Didn’t you?”
    I nodded. “Growing up in the city, I didn’t need a car. Plus, whenever I did, I just used my parent’s car service. So when they cut me off, my aunt helped me to get a job. From there I got my license, and then Bertha.
    “Do you ever miss it? Not the money. But your family. Your home?” he asked.
    Normally, I would avoid the topic. I hated talking about the life I left behind, but this was Jaxon, and, for whatever reason, I wanted him to know.
    I shrugged. “No. Living in the dorm with Dee for four years was more of a home to me then when I lived in a penthouse with my parents for eighteen years. I always thought I’d move back to be near my aunt on Long Island though. I had it all planned out. She was the only family I had left…but she died last year. I guess I don’t really have a home.”
    Understanding flashed across Jaxon’s stunning irises. He moved toward me, and my pulse raced in anticipation of what he was going to do, but instead of taking me in his arms like I had hoped, he reached above me, and put the cookies back. Disappointment engulfed me as I got an eyeful of the dusting of hair on his stomach that peeked out, reminding me of the glorious package it lead to.
    He leaned back, and rested his hand on my shoulder, looking deep into my eyes, deeper than any other person had ever looked, making me feel like he saw straight to my soul. “This is your home now, Lyla.” He pressed his lips to my forehead, his hand making a slow torturous journey across my shoulder to my arm.
    I glanced up, our lips a whisper away. My breath hitched, and I waited for him to capture my mouth with his. His hand on my arm tightened, and with a final squeeze, he let go.
    “Goodnight, Lyla,” he said, disappearing down the hallway, leaving me completely alone, and falling head over heels in love with him.
     

Chapter 9
    A group of frat boys sat at the corner booth, and whistled when I approached them. I was getting used to the catcalls and inappropriate comments. I knew if I tolerated them, the tip would more than make up for the insolence they doled out.
    So, I plastered on a smile, and gave a wink to the group. “Hi, boys. What can I get you started with?”
    “I’d like a piece of you,” the guy closest to me said. His dark hair had more product in it than a hair salon.
    I didn’t let my smile waver. “Too bad for you, I’m not on the menu.”
    His friends oh’ed in amusement, and I could feel myself securing that tip. I put my pen to my order pad. “What else can I