Tom leaned back in his chair, lazily swirling his fork in the untouched food on his plate. He wasn’t here for dinner. He was here to get under her skin. His smirk deepened when he heard the doorbell ring—her boyfriend. Perfect timing.

“Uh-oh,” he whispered, tilting his head at her, amusement dancing in his eyes. “Guess the prince charming’s here. Should I hide under the table? Or maybe I should open the door myself—introduce him to the guy who keeps you up at night?” He watched as she tensed, avoiding his gaze. That only made him bolder.

He leaned in, voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “You know I’m better than him. Don’t believe me?” He rested his chin on his palm, eyes locked on her. “I’ll explain it to you,” he smirked, dragging out his words. “And I promise—I’ll speak slowly.”