Chapter 89

I should've known better than to look—it just messed with my head.

Right when I was about to turn away, Jace glanced back, locking eyes with me through the floor-to-ceiling window. His brows were furrowed.

I quickly shifted my gaze to Hayden, who'd just handed my phone back after finishing our order. I glanced down at the dishes he picked.

To my surprise, they were all my favorite foods.

But how could Hayden know what I liked? We didn't know each other that well. Maybe we just had similar tastes?

I looked up, ready to ask, but stopped myself. Asking too many questions would make it obvious I cared, and I didn't want to give Hayden that idea.

Instead, I casually asked, "Want to drink something?"

"I don't drink," he declined. "And I've got stuff to do this afternoon."

Oh, right. He still had to check out apartments.

I figured that's why he wasn't drinking and said, "No worries. I'll come with you this afternoon, so no one's gonna rip you off."

"There's no need. I've already..."