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If the diner’s patrons saw that happen, I would never be able to eat here. “I know a lot about you, love. And I know you always eat breakfast.”
    “Alright,” I walked quickly to the door. Slipping past him, I was careful not to touch him. “I’ll eat.”
    He caught my hand, lacing his fingers through mine. My heart leapt and I cursed the insistent fluttering. “We’ll grab a table in the back by the windows. That way we can talk.”
    I snorted. “Whatever you want.”
    “Nova,” my name was a warning on his lips. “Let’s make our first day together something to remember.”
    I couldn’t help the widening of my eyes as I stared at him in awe. How in the world could he think I would ever forget this day? The day of my abduction?
    Calix spoke again and his tone held something that resembled a plea. “Let me get to know you.”

 
    Chapter 4
    “I thought you already knew everything about me.”
    He shook his head on a sigh. “I know a lot about you, Nova. I never once said I knew everything.”
    I looked away from him quickly. I was afraid that if I continued to look at him, I would act out the motions I was envisioning in my mind. One of the many images I’d entertained, was of me grabbing a plate from a nearby table and slamming it over his head. Repeatedly.
    My lips curled up at the corners as the thought replayed in my mind. I wondered what he would do. Apart from hurting those I loved, how would he react? Would he hurt me?
    Calix squeezed my hand, his body pressed close to mine as he walked, guiding me toward the back of the restaurant. I noticed his men seated around the diner and my skin felt tight as my eyes settled on the man who’d held my mouth shut as he tugged me from my bed. In the light of the day, he wasn’t any less frightening than he’d been in the darkness of the night.
    Calix’s men were all muscle, their bodies constantly alert and ready, their eyes sharp and all seeing. They looked like an army team dressed in suits. They frightened me.
    “We’ll take this table.” Calix instructed. The table was an intimate setup for two. A little vase filled with sunflowers sat in the middle of the rustic wooden surface. I sat down obediently, the chair creaking beneath my weight. Calix stood beside my chair, watching me settle into the seat. His hand rested against my shoulder, its weight heavy and burdening.
    I looked up at him pointedly. “Are you planning to stand the entire meal? Or are you going to take your seat?”
    He cocked a grin. “I’ll take a seat when you tell me what you were thinking while we were walking.”
    “I wasn’t thinking anything.”
    “You were.” He stated matter of fact. “You’re fingers fidget with your clothing when you think.” He cocked his head. “So, I’ll ask again. What were you thinking?”
    Jeez, what was his middle name for goodness sakes? Perception? “I was thinking of hitting you over the head with a plate.” I stated bluntly. He demanded and I saw no reason not to tell him the truth. “Repeatedly.”
    Those penetrating blue eyes widened and I felt a small burning of satisfaction. I’d shocked him! “What stopped you?”
    My heart dropped. The flickering flame of satisfaction was snuffed out before it found real life. “You know what stopped me, Calix.”
    He smirked. “You’re right. I do.”
    And again, I was reminded of how much I disliked him.
    I stared into the seedy center of the sunflower as Calix removed his hand from my shoulder and I tried not to notice the absence of his touch against my skin. From my peripheral vision, I watched as Calix moved to his side of the table. He lowered himself gracefully into the seat and I felt his eyes on me. The need to cry swelled anew within me and I bit back my tears. I couldn’t do this here. I couldn’t allow my emotions to wander when there was so much relying on their stability.
    Calix leaned into the table, his voice low and commanding. “Stop thinking about them,