been clearly visible in her eyes. Had she taken matters into her own hands as well? He growled at the thought.
Things between him and her had progressed much faster than he’d expected. He hadn’t even been this initially attracted to Misty. There was something about Imani that appealed to him on both a basic and complex level. He wanted to be with her in ways even he didn’t understand. A long time ago, he’d learned to listen to his gut. Right now it told him she was the one for him.
The moment he’d laid eyes on her, something inside of him had awakened, that’d been dormant for a long time. He just couldn’t quite place his finger on it.
Releasing a pent up breath, he closed his eyes. Overthinking the situation wasn’t go to help. No, he had to stick with his original plan. Show her a good time. Help her to relax. Then everything else would work out as he hoped.
Tonight’s dinner had been all about that. At first he’d been certain Imani would back out, especially when she realized the location of their date. However, it might have worked out in his favor. She’d been so distracted she hadn’t paid much attention to the fact he’d served her a main course that required she used nothing but her hands to eat.
He chuckled. The first time she’d come into Baxter’s he noticed her instantly. He’d been even more intrigued when she’d ordered the lobster roll and began to eat it with a knife and fork. It’d prompted him to go over and introduce himself. He felt safe to say he’d fascinated her as well even if it had been like pulling teeth to get her to tell him her name.
The second time she’d come back, Kallie had been in the front of the restaurant, but quickly rushed back to let him know Imani was back and prepared the lobster roll even before the order came back to the kitchen. When she’d picked up the sandwich with her hands this time, he’d been even more consumed with the desire to spend more time in her presence.
He’d taken a risk in serving the seafood bake for their dinner. But he’d wanted to create an ambiance in which she could relax and not worry about putting up any pretenses. His plan had worked because she’d dived right in with no hesitation.
Now he just had to figure out his next step. She’d go home in a couple of weeks, but he wanted to spend as much time with her as possible until then. What bothered him most was he only had until then to convince her they could have something beyond that point.
Chapter Six
Carson stared across the table at Imani, wondering how it was she seemed to be more beautiful each time he saw her. She’d swept her hair up into a sophisticated style that allowed the loose curls to cascade down around her face. The turquoise off the shoulder shirt she wore offered him teasing glances of her soft skin. The jeans she wore had rendered him speechless. When he got a good look of her from the back as she’d walked to the booth, he nearly swallowed his tongue.
His mind was complete mush. He couldn’t think about anything other than how much he wanted to have her in his arms the same way he had last night. If he was lucky, he’d at least get to kiss her again.
“What are you thinking about?”
“Promise you won’t slap me if you tell you?”
She laughed. “No, but you just told me indirectly.”
“Would you like for me to tell you right out to be certain?”
She shook her head. “You are truly something else, Carson.”
He reached across the table and touched the hand she had resting on the table. “So are you.”
“Thank you, I think.”
“Oh, it’s definitely a compliment.”
He pulled back and reached for his glass of wine. Lord, the woman had a way of turning him inside out. On one hand that scared the hell out of him. On
Things between him and her had progressed much faster than he’d expected. He hadn’t even been this initially attracted to Misty. There was something about Imani that appealed to him on both a basic and complex level. He wanted to be with her in ways even he didn’t understand. A long time ago, he’d learned to listen to his gut. Right now it told him she was the one for him.
The moment he’d laid eyes on her, something inside of him had awakened, that’d been dormant for a long time. He just couldn’t quite place his finger on it.
Releasing a pent up breath, he closed his eyes. Overthinking the situation wasn’t go to help. No, he had to stick with his original plan. Show her a good time. Help her to relax. Then everything else would work out as he hoped.
Tonight’s dinner had been all about that. At first he’d been certain Imani would back out, especially when she realized the location of their date. However, it might have worked out in his favor. She’d been so distracted she hadn’t paid much attention to the fact he’d served her a main course that required she used nothing but her hands to eat.
He chuckled. The first time she’d come into Baxter’s he noticed her instantly. He’d been even more intrigued when she’d ordered the lobster roll and began to eat it with a knife and fork. It’d prompted him to go over and introduce himself. He felt safe to say he’d fascinated her as well even if it had been like pulling teeth to get her to tell him her name.
The second time she’d come back, Kallie had been in the front of the restaurant, but quickly rushed back to let him know Imani was back and prepared the lobster roll even before the order came back to the kitchen. When she’d picked up the sandwich with her hands this time, he’d been even more consumed with the desire to spend more time in her presence.
He’d taken a risk in serving the seafood bake for their dinner. But he’d wanted to create an ambiance in which she could relax and not worry about putting up any pretenses. His plan had worked because she’d dived right in with no hesitation.
Now he just had to figure out his next step. She’d go home in a couple of weeks, but he wanted to spend as much time with her as possible until then. What bothered him most was he only had until then to convince her they could have something beyond that point.
Chapter Six
Carson stared across the table at Imani, wondering how it was she seemed to be more beautiful each time he saw her. She’d swept her hair up into a sophisticated style that allowed the loose curls to cascade down around her face. The turquoise off the shoulder shirt she wore offered him teasing glances of her soft skin. The jeans she wore had rendered him speechless. When he got a good look of her from the back as she’d walked to the booth, he nearly swallowed his tongue.
His mind was complete mush. He couldn’t think about anything other than how much he wanted to have her in his arms the same way he had last night. If he was lucky, he’d at least get to kiss her again.
“What are you thinking about?”
“Promise you won’t slap me if you tell you?”
She laughed. “No, but you just told me indirectly.”
“Would you like for me to tell you right out to be certain?”
She shook her head. “You are truly something else, Carson.”
He reached across the table and touched the hand she had resting on the table. “So are you.”
“Thank you, I think.”
“Oh, it’s definitely a compliment.”
He pulled back and reached for his glass of wine. Lord, the woman had a way of turning him inside out. On one hand that scared the hell out of him. On
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