In which Nick meets Lyndsey:
…Gabe snorted as he took his sunglasses off from the top of his head and laid them on the table, their metal frames rattling against the glass tabletop. “Only if you want to keep from having your balls explode,” he replied. “I mean what’s it been? A couple of years?”
“God, do you not have any boundaries?” I growled, taking a big gulp of my ice-cold water in the hopes that it would cool my humiliation.
“Hey, I’m just calling ‘em like I see ‘em. It’s not my fault you’ve forgotten how to use your dick, man.”
Something between a snort and a giggle broke out above my head and my stomach flipped over as I looked up from the table into the eyes of our totally hot waitress. Shit.