Island Kisses: A Billionaire Love Story (The Kisses Series Book 9) by Krista Lakes Page A
Authors: Krista Lakes
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anything could happen, but for the first time in a long time, it looked actually possible.
We clinked our glasses and I took a sip of my water. Gabe was seriously charming, witty and beyond gorgeous. I feared that I was actually kind of enjoying myself, which was very strange for me. We chatted lightly about things, like where we grew up and how we fell into our lines of work. He was so easy to talk to that I found myself forgetting that we were on a date.
“What would you like to eat?” he asked, as the waiter approached us.
I hadn’t even looked at the menu. I had been too into our conversation.
“Um, I’ll just take an appetizer,” I said, glancing at the menu. I picked the cheapest thing I could find. “Maybe grilled asparagus or something.”
“Harper, order whatever you like,” Gabe urged, though he didn’t specifically say that he’d be picking up the tab.
“I’d rather have something light, though. I’m not super hungry.” I flashed him a grin. It wasn't a lie: butterflies had begun to flow inside of me, which had put my appetite in check.
What is this guy doing to me? I wondered. I was pretty sure that my blog had killed all the first date jitters, but apparently not.
I stuck with the grilled asparagus appetizer and Gabe got a 10-ounce filet mignon. The waiter took our orders and disappeared around the corner. Gabe sipped his martini before fixing me with his piercing green eyes. It was impossible to not feel like the center of the universe when he looked at me like that.
“I have to know, what’s your favorite football team?” Gabe asked.
“The Miami Blue Jays, of course,” I said, as my eyes grew wide. I could have sworn we had already “chatted” about this. Or rather, he and Rosie had. Maybe he had just forgotten or was making conversation. “They’re the best team in the nation.”
“The best in the nation?” Gabe looked thoughtful. “I mean they’re good. Really good. But they haven’t been to the playoffs in six years.”
“So what? I don’t care if they never go to the playoffs again, they’re still the best team because they’re from the town I live in,” I shot back. “I’m no bandwagon fan. Blue Jays all the way, rain or shine, I’ll still cheer them on. They're my team.”
Gabe’s eyes were locked with mine and I found myself falling into them. His green irises looked like something out of a painting, too beautiful to be real. They were emerald green, like the rolling hills of Ireland, but more exotic.
“I’m actually glad you said that,” he said, a smile splitting his face in two. “The Blue Jays are my team also. I just wanted to make sure we didn’t love rival teams or something.”
“Yeah, that wouldn’t have worked out,” I joked. “I couldn’t date a Crows fan. The fights when they lost would just be too hard.”
Gabe leaned his head back and laughed. “I agree completely.”
We nibbled on our food while we talked and for the first time on any date ever, I found myself not wanting it to end. The food was delicious, but I was actually more interested in Gabe than the meal. By the time dessert came, I had all but forgotten that the reason I even went on the date was so that I’d have more material for another blog post. In fact, my website and blog were the last thing on my mind. I was actually into this guy and interested in what he had to say. I couldn’t believe it.
“Dessert?” he asked. “The tiramisu is amazing here.”
I nodded. “That's actually one of my favorite desserts.”
Am I on Candid Camera or something? I asked myself. A part of me thought my sister was going to pop out from behind a nearby booth any second and tell me that the whole thing was a set up, and that Gabe was a friend of hers who she’d paid to play some elaborate prank on me. This scenario seemed more likely than a date going right for once.
I hated the fact that I felt suspicious of any guy that didn’t totally offend me or make me feel
We clinked our glasses and I took a sip of my water. Gabe was seriously charming, witty and beyond gorgeous. I feared that I was actually kind of enjoying myself, which was very strange for me. We chatted lightly about things, like where we grew up and how we fell into our lines of work. He was so easy to talk to that I found myself forgetting that we were on a date.
“What would you like to eat?” he asked, as the waiter approached us.
I hadn’t even looked at the menu. I had been too into our conversation.
“Um, I’ll just take an appetizer,” I said, glancing at the menu. I picked the cheapest thing I could find. “Maybe grilled asparagus or something.”
“Harper, order whatever you like,” Gabe urged, though he didn’t specifically say that he’d be picking up the tab.
“I’d rather have something light, though. I’m not super hungry.” I flashed him a grin. It wasn't a lie: butterflies had begun to flow inside of me, which had put my appetite in check.
What is this guy doing to me? I wondered. I was pretty sure that my blog had killed all the first date jitters, but apparently not.
I stuck with the grilled asparagus appetizer and Gabe got a 10-ounce filet mignon. The waiter took our orders and disappeared around the corner. Gabe sipped his martini before fixing me with his piercing green eyes. It was impossible to not feel like the center of the universe when he looked at me like that.
“I have to know, what’s your favorite football team?” Gabe asked.
“The Miami Blue Jays, of course,” I said, as my eyes grew wide. I could have sworn we had already “chatted” about this. Or rather, he and Rosie had. Maybe he had just forgotten or was making conversation. “They’re the best team in the nation.”
“The best in the nation?” Gabe looked thoughtful. “I mean they’re good. Really good. But they haven’t been to the playoffs in six years.”
“So what? I don’t care if they never go to the playoffs again, they’re still the best team because they’re from the town I live in,” I shot back. “I’m no bandwagon fan. Blue Jays all the way, rain or shine, I’ll still cheer them on. They're my team.”
Gabe’s eyes were locked with mine and I found myself falling into them. His green irises looked like something out of a painting, too beautiful to be real. They were emerald green, like the rolling hills of Ireland, but more exotic.
“I’m actually glad you said that,” he said, a smile splitting his face in two. “The Blue Jays are my team also. I just wanted to make sure we didn’t love rival teams or something.”
“Yeah, that wouldn’t have worked out,” I joked. “I couldn’t date a Crows fan. The fights when they lost would just be too hard.”
Gabe leaned his head back and laughed. “I agree completely.”
We nibbled on our food while we talked and for the first time on any date ever, I found myself not wanting it to end. The food was delicious, but I was actually more interested in Gabe than the meal. By the time dessert came, I had all but forgotten that the reason I even went on the date was so that I’d have more material for another blog post. In fact, my website and blog were the last thing on my mind. I was actually into this guy and interested in what he had to say. I couldn’t believe it.
“Dessert?” he asked. “The tiramisu is amazing here.”
I nodded. “That's actually one of my favorite desserts.”
Am I on Candid Camera or something? I asked myself. A part of me thought my sister was going to pop out from behind a nearby booth any second and tell me that the whole thing was a set up, and that Gabe was a friend of hers who she’d paid to play some elaborate prank on me. This scenario seemed more likely than a date going right for once.
I hated the fact that I felt suspicious of any guy that didn’t totally offend me or make me feel
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