like most men she’d known, buying her two meals (and
a bacon-and-egg pie, she reminded herself) would be about as far as he’d be
willing to go without a return on his investment.
This was why she didn’t date more. Oh, well. At least she’d
get to look at him for another evening. She’d have bought him dinner for
that.
Right on time, she heard the knock on the door, and opened
it to find him looking just as good as she remembered, in gray slacks and a
black polo shirt that did nothing to hide his biceps. She sighed with pleasure.
Works for me, she thought happily.
When he leaned in for a kiss hello, she couldn’t resist
putting her hands on his forearms to feel those muscles for herself. They felt
even better than they looked, warm and solid, with all kinds of interesting
dips and bulges. Before she could stop them, her hands were sliding up his arms
for the pleasure of touching the swell of his biceps.
Good arms, she thought hazily. Very good arms.
She gave herself a mental shake and pulled back. Well, that was classy. Jumping him as soon as he opened the door. No holiday flings.
But the sensible voice was getting fainter all the time.
The drive to the restaurant was quick—which was probably a
good thing, Drew admitted to himself. Her legs looked too good in that short dress,
and the view as she’d hopped up into the tall vehicle hadn’t been bad either.
After that kiss, the last thing he needed, if he were going to spend a
civilized evening wooing her over dinner, was to spend a long drive looking at
her legs.
She had worn her hair down, he saw with pleasure, pulled
away from her face in some sort of complicated braid and then curling down her
back, and it looked even better tonight. He’d had to juggle his appointments to
fit them into a single day, but he hadn’t wanted to wait to see her again. And
now that he had seen her, and touched her, he was glad he’d made the effort.
She’d been bang on time, too. No waiting about. For such an
attractive woman, she was surprisingly open and easy to be with. He began to
think he would enjoy the evening even if it didn’t end the way he hoped. No
question, he wanted to see her naked tonight. But looking at her wasn’t bad
anyway, even with her clothes on.
“I hope you fancy fish tonight,” he said as they pulled up
outside a charming restaurant set in a garden of ferns and flowering plants. “I
forgot to ask.”
“I love it,” she assured him. “I don’t go out to dinner that
much anyway, except the occasional hotel restaurant at some trade show, so this
is a real treat.”
He was laughing as he came around the truck to help her
down, holding her hand as she swung out. “You are the most surprising girl. You
aren’t supposed to tell me that. Didn’t your mother teach you anything?”
He sobered, remembering that her mother probably hadn’t taught
her anything about dating. “Sorry,” he amended. “But I’ve never had a woman tell
me she doesn’t get out much. Reckon they’d like you to think they’re in high
demand.”
“Oh.” She offered a rueful smile and a shrug. “I work too
much. At least that’s what my friends tell me.”
As they entered the restaurant, Drew nodded to the smiling
young woman who hurried to greet them, welcoming him by name. Several other
staff members and a number of customers turned to watch them as their hostess
led the way to a corner table, and a waiter pulled out a mobile phone to snap a
quick picture.
When they were seated, Hannah leaned forward and told him
quietly, “That guy just took your picture.”
“I mentioned I was a rugby player, eh. Part of the job. Some
people know my face. And these days, people see anything, they take a photo.”
She gave him a searching look. “That’s so true,” she said at
last. “I went for a long hike today by the ocean. I couldn’t believe how many pictures
people take. Whenever I came across someone at a spot where there was a good
view,
a bacon-and-egg pie, she reminded herself) would be about as far as he’d be
willing to go without a return on his investment.
This was why she didn’t date more. Oh, well. At least she’d
get to look at him for another evening. She’d have bought him dinner for
that.
Right on time, she heard the knock on the door, and opened
it to find him looking just as good as she remembered, in gray slacks and a
black polo shirt that did nothing to hide his biceps. She sighed with pleasure.
Works for me, she thought happily.
When he leaned in for a kiss hello, she couldn’t resist
putting her hands on his forearms to feel those muscles for herself. They felt
even better than they looked, warm and solid, with all kinds of interesting
dips and bulges. Before she could stop them, her hands were sliding up his arms
for the pleasure of touching the swell of his biceps.
Good arms, she thought hazily. Very good arms.
She gave herself a mental shake and pulled back. Well, that was classy. Jumping him as soon as he opened the door. No holiday flings.
But the sensible voice was getting fainter all the time.
The drive to the restaurant was quick—which was probably a
good thing, Drew admitted to himself. Her legs looked too good in that short dress,
and the view as she’d hopped up into the tall vehicle hadn’t been bad either.
After that kiss, the last thing he needed, if he were going to spend a
civilized evening wooing her over dinner, was to spend a long drive looking at
her legs.
She had worn her hair down, he saw with pleasure, pulled
away from her face in some sort of complicated braid and then curling down her
back, and it looked even better tonight. He’d had to juggle his appointments to
fit them into a single day, but he hadn’t wanted to wait to see her again. And
now that he had seen her, and touched her, he was glad he’d made the effort.
She’d been bang on time, too. No waiting about. For such an
attractive woman, she was surprisingly open and easy to be with. He began to
think he would enjoy the evening even if it didn’t end the way he hoped. No
question, he wanted to see her naked tonight. But looking at her wasn’t bad
anyway, even with her clothes on.
“I hope you fancy fish tonight,” he said as they pulled up
outside a charming restaurant set in a garden of ferns and flowering plants. “I
forgot to ask.”
“I love it,” she assured him. “I don’t go out to dinner that
much anyway, except the occasional hotel restaurant at some trade show, so this
is a real treat.”
He was laughing as he came around the truck to help her
down, holding her hand as she swung out. “You are the most surprising girl. You
aren’t supposed to tell me that. Didn’t your mother teach you anything?”
He sobered, remembering that her mother probably hadn’t taught
her anything about dating. “Sorry,” he amended. “But I’ve never had a woman tell
me she doesn’t get out much. Reckon they’d like you to think they’re in high
demand.”
“Oh.” She offered a rueful smile and a shrug. “I work too
much. At least that’s what my friends tell me.”
As they entered the restaurant, Drew nodded to the smiling
young woman who hurried to greet them, welcoming him by name. Several other
staff members and a number of customers turned to watch them as their hostess
led the way to a corner table, and a waiter pulled out a mobile phone to snap a
quick picture.
When they were seated, Hannah leaned forward and told him
quietly, “That guy just took your picture.”
“I mentioned I was a rugby player, eh. Part of the job. Some
people know my face. And these days, people see anything, they take a photo.”
She gave him a searching look. “That’s so true,” she said at
last. “I went for a long hike today by the ocean. I couldn’t believe how many pictures
people take. Whenever I came across someone at a spot where there was a good
view,
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