“To get you to come eat dinner with us.” I figure honesty is going to work in my favor here. I have to make Nash believe he and I are on the same team. Us against Alistair. Nash lets out a deep chuckle, setting his phone on the side table. “What do I get if I do it?” His eyes travel down my body with a mischievous smirk. “Dinner.” His smile widens, creating dimples in his cheeks I suspect haven’t seen the light of day in a long time. “Are appetizers on the menu?”
