date first?
“Ah, there you are. Lunch will be served shortly. Since there are extra guests it’ll take a little extra time.” The censure was clear.
Mr. Evans waved his hand. “Who gives a hoot? I’d have food flown in if I had to. Heck, with the size of these two, we may need to have Maria make another batch.” He laughed.
“Yes, well, what can I get you to drink?” She asked the table, not looking at Hal.
“Bring us a bottle of wine. This is a celebration.” Mr. Evans slapped his hand on the table with a laugh.
As she went to walk past him, Mr. Evans grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles. Hal felt like he was witnessing an intimate moment and turned away. He caught Felicity staring at him and couldn’t help but be mesmerized by her. He knew what she looked like before from her license, but now she was stunning. However, she’d called to him on a soul deep level even before he’d seen her. The scars from her numerous surgeries were non-existent, so much so, that it was nothing short of astonishing the way modern medicine and money could hide all traces to the naked eye.
“Why are you staring at me like that?” She whispered.
Seated in the chair closest to her, with a slight shift, he bent forward so only she could hear his words. “I’m memorizing every inch of you. For the past few months the only thing that I thought about was you, what your voice sounded like. When you were taken from the hospital and I couldn’t find where you had gone, I told myself you were fine, to let you go. No matter what my head told my heart, I couldn’t. I know that doesn’t make any sense.” He stopped before he made a complete fool of himself.
A tear fell down her cheek, and then her hand grabbed his under the table. “I kept dreaming about this larger than life man who saved me. Every day and every night I would hear your voice and I’d wake up missing someone I’ve never met. So if you’re crazy, then I’m crazy, too.”
Hal wiped her tear as her father and Brax argued over some sport. He felt that invisible tugging again and began to lean forward to see if she tasted as sweet as she looked, but stopped as they heard the unmistakable sound of her mother’s heels.
* * * *
Felicity wanted to curse her mother’s timing. She could almost taste his minty breath when he’d leaned forward. He was so much larger than her five foot six frame, easily topping out at six three or four. His blond hair was styled in a spiked way that she found sexy along with his extremely physically fit body. He was in a pair of black slacks and a light purple button down top that fit him to a T. His muscles could be seen through the material as he’d stretched to shake her father’s hand, and as he’d turned she couldn’t help but stare at his perfectly formed ass. She’d heard the girls at the boutique talk about guys with asses that you could bounce a quarter off of. Felicity had always rolled her eyes, but now she had a prime example of what they’d been talking about. Setting all those attributes aside, his best feature had to be his baby blue eyes. All she could think was the Lord must have been in a really good mood the day he’d created Hal Aldridge.
She accepted the glass of Sweet Moscato Maria had poured for all of them, waiting for her father who looked ready to make a speech. He stood from the table, glass in hand.
“A toast, to the man who saved my daughter’s life.” Felicity watched tears shimmer in her father’s eyes.
Her big Viking’s tanned skin turned a little red, endearing him even more to her.
She took a big gulp before she did something stupid, like sit on his lap and beg him to kiss her.
Within moments the kitchen staff rolled out trays with their lunch. It was the beginning of August, and although it was still relatively hot, the steaming soup was something she was looking forward to.
Hal surprised her as he filled her dish instead of allowing the staff to do it. She tried not
“Ah, there you are. Lunch will be served shortly. Since there are extra guests it’ll take a little extra time.” The censure was clear.
Mr. Evans waved his hand. “Who gives a hoot? I’d have food flown in if I had to. Heck, with the size of these two, we may need to have Maria make another batch.” He laughed.
“Yes, well, what can I get you to drink?” She asked the table, not looking at Hal.
“Bring us a bottle of wine. This is a celebration.” Mr. Evans slapped his hand on the table with a laugh.
As she went to walk past him, Mr. Evans grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles. Hal felt like he was witnessing an intimate moment and turned away. He caught Felicity staring at him and couldn’t help but be mesmerized by her. He knew what she looked like before from her license, but now she was stunning. However, she’d called to him on a soul deep level even before he’d seen her. The scars from her numerous surgeries were non-existent, so much so, that it was nothing short of astonishing the way modern medicine and money could hide all traces to the naked eye.
“Why are you staring at me like that?” She whispered.
Seated in the chair closest to her, with a slight shift, he bent forward so only she could hear his words. “I’m memorizing every inch of you. For the past few months the only thing that I thought about was you, what your voice sounded like. When you were taken from the hospital and I couldn’t find where you had gone, I told myself you were fine, to let you go. No matter what my head told my heart, I couldn’t. I know that doesn’t make any sense.” He stopped before he made a complete fool of himself.
A tear fell down her cheek, and then her hand grabbed his under the table. “I kept dreaming about this larger than life man who saved me. Every day and every night I would hear your voice and I’d wake up missing someone I’ve never met. So if you’re crazy, then I’m crazy, too.”
Hal wiped her tear as her father and Brax argued over some sport. He felt that invisible tugging again and began to lean forward to see if she tasted as sweet as she looked, but stopped as they heard the unmistakable sound of her mother’s heels.
* * * *
Felicity wanted to curse her mother’s timing. She could almost taste his minty breath when he’d leaned forward. He was so much larger than her five foot six frame, easily topping out at six three or four. His blond hair was styled in a spiked way that she found sexy along with his extremely physically fit body. He was in a pair of black slacks and a light purple button down top that fit him to a T. His muscles could be seen through the material as he’d stretched to shake her father’s hand, and as he’d turned she couldn’t help but stare at his perfectly formed ass. She’d heard the girls at the boutique talk about guys with asses that you could bounce a quarter off of. Felicity had always rolled her eyes, but now she had a prime example of what they’d been talking about. Setting all those attributes aside, his best feature had to be his baby blue eyes. All she could think was the Lord must have been in a really good mood the day he’d created Hal Aldridge.
She accepted the glass of Sweet Moscato Maria had poured for all of them, waiting for her father who looked ready to make a speech. He stood from the table, glass in hand.
“A toast, to the man who saved my daughter’s life.” Felicity watched tears shimmer in her father’s eyes.
Her big Viking’s tanned skin turned a little red, endearing him even more to her.
She took a big gulp before she did something stupid, like sit on his lap and beg him to kiss her.
Within moments the kitchen staff rolled out trays with their lunch. It was the beginning of August, and although it was still relatively hot, the steaming soup was something she was looking forward to.
Hal surprised her as he filled her dish instead of allowing the staff to do it. She tried not
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