Always in my Heart (The Subzero Series, #2) by Rebecca Elise Page B
Authors: Rebecca Elise
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close and I see a flash of blue as Tyler runs past me yelling “Sorry I’m late! I have to change my trousers!”
I’m still trying to figure out what just happened when he reappears wearing black slacks, a grey button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a black vest.
“You look beautiful,” He says as I stand up. “Maybe we should stay home instead. We can call for Chinese takeaway and I can ravish you until you can’t stand it anymore.”
“Hmmm...that sounds tempting but we can do that any night.”
Tyler places his hand on the small of my back. “Well, my lovely, I hope you are prepared for an evening of good food, refreshing spirits and possibly dessert so delectable you will want to be sick.”
“Sounds romantic.”
“Terribly.”
~*~
T yler groans as he wipes his mouth with a white linen napkin. “Now that is what I call a top notch steak. Best I’ve ever had.”
He raises two fingers to get the waiters attention.
“We’ll take the check please my good man.” He says as the waiter appears at the side of our table.
“But of course.” The waiter replies.
I scrunch my nose. I never really know what to expect from Tyler. He’s like a cross between a frat boy – well, if there are any frat boys with tattoos and blue hair – and a proper gentleman. One minute he’s challenging people to back flip competitions off of roofs and into pools and the next minute he’s grocery shopping for our elderly neighbor. That’s one thing I love about him. He’s impulsive and compassionate and he acts like he doesn’t care what people think about him but really he does care...a lot.
Tyler signs his receipt and slips his credit card back into his wallet. His fingers slid across the table and he picks up my hand, drawing it up to his lips for a tender kiss.
“Are you ready for something totally amazing?”
“Always.”
He doesn’t let go of my hand as we stand up and he leads me out of the dining room. I start to walk towards the exit but he pulls me towards the coat check window.
“What are you doing? We didn’t check anything.” I whisper.
“Just trust me.” He whispers back.
We walk up to the coat check window where a bored looking attendant is standing, flipping through a magazine..
“Name?” She asks.
“Hemingway.” Tyler responds confidently, as if that really were his name.
The attendant’s eyes flicker to the right. We move over as she discretely glances around.
She walks over and pulls back the burgundy colored curtain. Tyler walks through, pulling me behind him quickly. He leads me down a stone hallway that is lit by a few dim sconces hanging on the wall. We walk towards the end of the hallway, which looks like it is just a dead end, but there is a narrow staircase off to the left that is hidden so well, you could walk right by it if you weren’t looking for it.
As we walk down the staircase and come to a plain metal door, I start wondering if Tyler is just goofing around. I keep thinking we are going to open up the door and find ourselves outside in an alley. I certainly didn’t expect to walk through that door and find myself transported back to the prohibition era.
The walls are covered in striped burgundy wallpaper and maple trim. Portraits of people dressed in clothes straight out of the roaring twenties are displayed through the room. Crystal chandeliers are lit just enough to provide a romantic ambiance. Leather couches and wingback chairs are placed throughout the room and give it a feeling of exclusivity. There are poker and black jack tables in the back and the band on the small stage is playing the amazing sounds of Clarence Williams, Bix Beiderbecke, Jimmy Dorsey and Jelly Roll Morton.
I turn to look at Tyler with wide eyes. “Is this supposed to be like a speakeasy?”
Tyler grins. “Pretty ace isn’t it?”
“Completely ace! How on earth did you find out about this place?”
“Why do you look so shocked like I am some sort of
I’m still trying to figure out what just happened when he reappears wearing black slacks, a grey button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a black vest.
“You look beautiful,” He says as I stand up. “Maybe we should stay home instead. We can call for Chinese takeaway and I can ravish you until you can’t stand it anymore.”
“Hmmm...that sounds tempting but we can do that any night.”
Tyler places his hand on the small of my back. “Well, my lovely, I hope you are prepared for an evening of good food, refreshing spirits and possibly dessert so delectable you will want to be sick.”
“Sounds romantic.”
“Terribly.”
~*~
T yler groans as he wipes his mouth with a white linen napkin. “Now that is what I call a top notch steak. Best I’ve ever had.”
He raises two fingers to get the waiters attention.
“We’ll take the check please my good man.” He says as the waiter appears at the side of our table.
“But of course.” The waiter replies.
I scrunch my nose. I never really know what to expect from Tyler. He’s like a cross between a frat boy – well, if there are any frat boys with tattoos and blue hair – and a proper gentleman. One minute he’s challenging people to back flip competitions off of roofs and into pools and the next minute he’s grocery shopping for our elderly neighbor. That’s one thing I love about him. He’s impulsive and compassionate and he acts like he doesn’t care what people think about him but really he does care...a lot.
Tyler signs his receipt and slips his credit card back into his wallet. His fingers slid across the table and he picks up my hand, drawing it up to his lips for a tender kiss.
“Are you ready for something totally amazing?”
“Always.”
He doesn’t let go of my hand as we stand up and he leads me out of the dining room. I start to walk towards the exit but he pulls me towards the coat check window.
“What are you doing? We didn’t check anything.” I whisper.
“Just trust me.” He whispers back.
We walk up to the coat check window where a bored looking attendant is standing, flipping through a magazine..
“Name?” She asks.
“Hemingway.” Tyler responds confidently, as if that really were his name.
The attendant’s eyes flicker to the right. We move over as she discretely glances around.
She walks over and pulls back the burgundy colored curtain. Tyler walks through, pulling me behind him quickly. He leads me down a stone hallway that is lit by a few dim sconces hanging on the wall. We walk towards the end of the hallway, which looks like it is just a dead end, but there is a narrow staircase off to the left that is hidden so well, you could walk right by it if you weren’t looking for it.
As we walk down the staircase and come to a plain metal door, I start wondering if Tyler is just goofing around. I keep thinking we are going to open up the door and find ourselves outside in an alley. I certainly didn’t expect to walk through that door and find myself transported back to the prohibition era.
The walls are covered in striped burgundy wallpaper and maple trim. Portraits of people dressed in clothes straight out of the roaring twenties are displayed through the room. Crystal chandeliers are lit just enough to provide a romantic ambiance. Leather couches and wingback chairs are placed throughout the room and give it a feeling of exclusivity. There are poker and black jack tables in the back and the band on the small stage is playing the amazing sounds of Clarence Williams, Bix Beiderbecke, Jimmy Dorsey and Jelly Roll Morton.
I turn to look at Tyler with wide eyes. “Is this supposed to be like a speakeasy?”
Tyler grins. “Pretty ace isn’t it?”
“Completely ace! How on earth did you find out about this place?”
“Why do you look so shocked like I am some sort of
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