Like Glass We Break (Glass #2) by Kari Fisher

suggested they go out. Is she trying to impress me? Her leg brushes against his again. She makes direct eye contact with him, refusing to look away. Touching his leg could not have been an accident. He doesn’t quite know what to make of this, but he’s enjoying it thoroughly.
    He wonders if she’s behaving this way because of her drink. The empty glass is sitting in front of her, but surely that wasn’t enough alcohol to have her feeling tipsy already?
    “Would you like another drink?” he asks, interrupting his thoughts, and her advances.
    “Sure,” she replies, her eyes still on him.
    He holds his hand up and motions for Ashley to come over. She quickly drops what she’s doing at the bar and heads in their direction. “More drinks, please.”
    Two new drinks are on the table. They’ve decided to switch things up a bit; Scott ordered Disaronno on the rocks for both of them.
    “I’ve never had this before,” Renae admits, pointing to her drink. “I’m actually quite enjoying it.”
    “I’m actually quite enjoying spending time with you.”
    Renae blushes.
    Ashley appears, carrying the spinach dip. She carefully places it down between Scott and Renae, who both smile and thank her. Renae reaches out and grabs a piece of toasted pita bread off of the plate. She scoops up a fair amount of dip and takes a bite.
    “Try the dip; it’s so good!” she exclaims.
    Scott laughs and picks up a piece of pita bread. This appetizer was obviously a good idea. They were hungry. They both sit in silence, taking turns eating from the plate. Renae peers in the direction of Scott’s gaze and sees that he’s eyeing Ashley as she washes off the tables beside them. This makes Renae a tad uneasy. Scott is gorgeous and could have anyone he wants. He even made Ashley blush in the short time he was placing his order. Why is he so attractive?
    There is just something alluring about him and the dim lighting of this romantic place helps bring it out; not that it needs any help—it is perfectly apparent all on its own.
    “What?” Scott asks, noticing that Renae is staring right at him.
    “Oh, nothing,” Renae says, somewhat embarrassed.
    “What are you looking at?”
    “You.”
    “Why?”
    “I don’t know. There’s something about you.” Renae grins.
    “Something good, I hope.”
    “I hope so too.”
    “For all you know, I could be a serial killer.” Scott laughs.
    Renae laughs along with him. “I think you’re a little too wimpy for that. I could probably beat you up.”
    “Oh, that sounds like a challenge, Ren. I’d like to see you try. Should we take this outside?” Scott asks, still laughing.
    “No way, it’s too cold outside. Maybe after a few more drinks, when we walk back to the hotel. I’ll be warmer after some peppermint mocha Kahlua.” Renae points to the drink menu, and then takes another bite of pita bread, this time without any spinach dip. She decided to leave the tiny bit that was left for Scott. Surely, he appreciated that, but she couldn’t tell because he didn’t say anything as he picks up the last piece of bread and places it in his mouth. Even the way he chews is sexy.
    “Did you even try the dip?” Renae asks, realizing she didn’t actually see him take a bite of it—she only saw him eat the plain chips.
    “Yes, of course.” But he didn’t. He ordered it to impress, and show how open-minded he could be when it came to his taste buds. He is actually quite a simple man and there isn’t much he really likes.
    Ashley is back and Renae almost cringes. At this point, she can barely look her in the eye as she flirts shamelessly with Scott. Ashley mentions that it’s almost time to close and Scott decides to order one last drink for himself. When he asks Renae if she’d like anything else, she politely declines. I’d like to get out of here.
    His last drink is a scotch without ice. It tastes like familiar leather, and class.
    “Let’s get out of here.” He grins, nodding toward the