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drinks and then took each of their dinner orders.
    “Maybe we should get those to go.” Gina said to him as soon as they’d both ordered pad Thai.
    Landon glanced from her to the server and back again. “Why?”
    Gina shrugged. “You don’t seem comfortable here.” She loved the decor and the buzz of this place, but his unease seemed to be getting worse.
    “To go, then,” he said to the server. She nodded and left.
    He leaned toward Gina. “Is it that bad being seen with me?”
    “People are staring at you. I figured you might like to go somewhere else.”
    “How do you know they’re not staring at you?”
    Sure, people gawked at her height, but this was different. She’d been seated for several minutes and even newly arrived diners turned to ogle Landon. “I’m not nearly as interesting as you are,” she said.
    “I guess that’s a matter of opinion.” His green eyes bored into hers, like they’d done the night they’d first met. Like they’d done right before they’d kissed.
    She held his gaze for several seconds, then forced herself to look away. Maybe the rest of Tallahassee was enamored with him, but she wasn’t. Her job had to come first.

    Landon took Gina’s empty plate from the opposite side of his breakfast bar and rinsed it off in the sink. The Thai food had actually been not that bad. And she’d pretty much nailed how uncomfortable he’d been in that restaurant.
    He watched her as she wandered around his living room. Every other woman he’d ever taken out to dinner had been flattered by the attention, soaking it up like they were proud to be seen with him. Like he was some new piece of jewelry they needed to show off in public. Which was why he rarely took women out to dinner.
    Only Gina had sensed his unease and suggested they get out of there.
    She leaned over to look at the contents of his coffee table, giving him a moment to admire her strong, sexy build. She wasn’t one of those women who felt like they needed to eat so little their ribs showed. No, she was athletic and muscular . . . but soft in all the right places. He’d felt some of those places when they’d kissed. And he wished he could feel all the others, too.
    He wondered what she’d deduce from the items laying on his coffee table. That he liked to read, based on the Harlan Coben paperback. That he liked sports—big surprise there—based on the Sports Illustrated . And that he needed to pay his cable bill. Besides that, his condo was pretty generic. Even the furniture had come with the place.
    “So when do you go back to law school?” he asked, trying to make conversation.
    “A few weeks.” She picked up the novel off the coffee table and turned it over to read the back. “Classes start August seventeenth.”
    “Wouldn’t you make a ton more money going into corporate law?” He couldn’t imagine someone like her wanting to deal in the seediness of criminal law. “Or becoming a partner in a big firm or something like that?”
    She returned the paperback to the coffee table. “Sometimes it’s not about the money.”
    He scoffed. “It’s always about the money.”
    She straightened and cocked her head to look at him. “That’s a pretty jaded view of the world for someone as young as you.”
    “I work in politics.” He set the salt and pepper back to where he kept them next to the oven. “It’s always about the money.”
    She returned to the breakfast bar and studied his face for a few seconds. “You don’t strike me as someone who’d want to work in politics.”
    There she was, weaseling her way into his psyche again, uncovering things about him that no one else had ever noticed. “Yeah? And why’s that?”
    She shrugged. “I don’t know. It just seems like you wouldn’t want to make all the compromises you’d have to make to keep everyone happy in a job like that. You seem too . . . principled.”
    There’d been a time when he’d felt more principled. Before he’d sold himself out by