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“And then he invited me to dinner tonight.”

Snow stared at her. Then, without even thinking, he blurted out, “No.”

Her eyebrows lifted. “No?”

“No,” he repeated.

A smile began tugging at her mouth. “I wasn’t aware you had voting rights.”

“I just acquired them,” he stated confidently.

She laughed. “Are you jealous?”

“No.” The answer came far too quickly.

Nova’s smile turned smug.

Snow pointed at her with his coffee mug. “Don’t.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Your face did.”

She innocently took another spoonful of ice cream. Then licked the damn spoon.

Snow stared at her. The woman was going to kill him.

After last night, all he could think about was replacing that spoon with his mouth and finding out whether her lips still tasted as good as he remembered.

He forced his gaze back to her eyes. “Did you accept?”

“Maybe.”

“Nova.”

She laughed. “Relax, Gabe. I told him no. That it wasn’t professional.”

Snow froze. She called him Gabe, not Snow.

Something warm settled low in his chest before he could stop it. He liked it. Probably far too much.

“Good,” he murmured.

“Oh, so you are jealous.”

“I prefer protective.”

“Convenient.”

Before Snow could answer, movement near the entrance caught his attention.

Speak of the fucking devil. Brett walked into the dining area with three other men, laughing about something one of them had said.

Snow’s amusement disappeared instantly. “That’s our cue.”

Nova glanced over her shoulder and spotted Brett. “Seriously? I’m not finished with my ice cream.”

“Bring it with you,” he said, standing up, just as Brett noticed