younger. I’m tired of hearing about knee replacements and hot flashes. How old are you?”
“Oh. Um, I’m thirty-three,” Posey said. “But I’m not—”
“I have to say, you’re not quite as built as I like my women to be, but I could overlook that. I like long walks on the beach, sunsets and a highball or two at the end of the day. And sex, of course. The little blue pill changed my life, you know what I’m saying? My cardiologist says I should be careful, but he’s also the one who wants me on a low-salt diet. But please. Why eat if you can’t have salt? How about you? Do you like sex?”
Posey tilted her head. “I’ll get to work on the garlic, then.”
“Is that a no?”
She narrowed her eyes. “If you were a tree, what tree would you be?” she said.
“I don’t know. Kind of a dumb question, isn’t it? What do you think, want to go out sometime?” Wayne looked at her and smiled.
At the table behind her, she could hear Kate detailing her needs. “I get pretty moody around the tenth of each month. We eat dinner around five—I’m cranky when I’m hungry. Most nights, I’m in bed by nine. I don’t like shellfish. I’m not allergic, I just don’t like it.”
“Okay!” Jon’s voice rang out. “Your garlic is looking beautiful, people! Time for the gentlemen to move to the tables to their left.”
“Nice meeting you, Wayne,” Posey said.
Jon looked over at her and widened his eyes dramatically. Ah. A very handsome man was approaching her. She’d missed him in the lineup outside; in fact, quite a few new people seemed to have drifted in. She took a quick scan—nope. Liam was not among them. Not that she noticed. Or cared. Oh, bieber. Here she went again.
“Hi, I’m Gus. Please tell me you’re not on Team Jacob,” the cute guy said, grinning.
“I’m so over him,” Posey said, smiling back. “Hi, I’m Posey. If you could name a pony, what would you call it?”
“Boy or girl?
“Girl.”
“I’d call her Misty of Chincoteague.”
“A classic.” Posey smiled. “You get a point for that.” So far, so good. Jon called out instructions on how best to slice plum tomatoes, and she and Gus got to work.
“I’m not a huge fan of these singles things, but who is, right?” he said, glancing down at her. “And you’re adorable. I’ll bet you’ve never been to one of these in your life.”
Well, bless his heart! He was cute . “This is my first time,” she acknowledged.
“What do you do for work, Posey?” he asked.
“I own an architectural salvage operation.”
“Cool!” he said. “I love old things.”
The night was getting better and better. He crossed his arms. Nice arms, she noted. Nice everything, actually. A little stir of attraction tickled her stomach. She sliced her plum tomatoes obediently as Jon waxed rhapsodic about sauce. “And what do you do, Gus?”
“I’m an actor.”
“Really!”
“That’s right.” He grinned proudly.
“Full time?”
“Full time.”
“Wow.” Posey couldn’t say that she met a lot of actors…a few community theater buffs here and there, but paid actors? “So, you get enough work up here? I mean, we’re hardly New York or L.A.”
“Actually, yes.” He smiled and sliced, rather adept with a knife. “I get plenty of work. I’ve made a pretty good living at this for years now.”
Should she recognize him? Was he someone famous? “Have you been in anything I might’ve seen?” she asked.
“Maybe,” he said. “What do you like to watch?’
Now was probably not the time to mention that last night, she’d watched Phantom of the Opera for the ninth time…might make her seem a little on the fetishist side. “Um…I like just about everything.”
“Have you ever seen Heat Rising? ” he asked.
She thought for a minute. “I don’t think so. What was that, an action flick?”
He winked. “It sure was.”
“Is that the one where the submarine is stolen by the pirates?”
Gus smiled.
“Oh. Um, I’m thirty-three,” Posey said. “But I’m not—”
“I have to say, you’re not quite as built as I like my women to be, but I could overlook that. I like long walks on the beach, sunsets and a highball or two at the end of the day. And sex, of course. The little blue pill changed my life, you know what I’m saying? My cardiologist says I should be careful, but he’s also the one who wants me on a low-salt diet. But please. Why eat if you can’t have salt? How about you? Do you like sex?”
Posey tilted her head. “I’ll get to work on the garlic, then.”
“Is that a no?”
She narrowed her eyes. “If you were a tree, what tree would you be?” she said.
“I don’t know. Kind of a dumb question, isn’t it? What do you think, want to go out sometime?” Wayne looked at her and smiled.
At the table behind her, she could hear Kate detailing her needs. “I get pretty moody around the tenth of each month. We eat dinner around five—I’m cranky when I’m hungry. Most nights, I’m in bed by nine. I don’t like shellfish. I’m not allergic, I just don’t like it.”
“Okay!” Jon’s voice rang out. “Your garlic is looking beautiful, people! Time for the gentlemen to move to the tables to their left.”
“Nice meeting you, Wayne,” Posey said.
Jon looked over at her and widened his eyes dramatically. Ah. A very handsome man was approaching her. She’d missed him in the lineup outside; in fact, quite a few new people seemed to have drifted in. She took a quick scan—nope. Liam was not among them. Not that she noticed. Or cared. Oh, bieber. Here she went again.
“Hi, I’m Gus. Please tell me you’re not on Team Jacob,” the cute guy said, grinning.
“I’m so over him,” Posey said, smiling back. “Hi, I’m Posey. If you could name a pony, what would you call it?”
“Boy or girl?
“Girl.”
“I’d call her Misty of Chincoteague.”
“A classic.” Posey smiled. “You get a point for that.” So far, so good. Jon called out instructions on how best to slice plum tomatoes, and she and Gus got to work.
“I’m not a huge fan of these singles things, but who is, right?” he said, glancing down at her. “And you’re adorable. I’ll bet you’ve never been to one of these in your life.”
Well, bless his heart! He was cute . “This is my first time,” she acknowledged.
“What do you do for work, Posey?” he asked.
“I own an architectural salvage operation.”
“Cool!” he said. “I love old things.”
The night was getting better and better. He crossed his arms. Nice arms, she noted. Nice everything, actually. A little stir of attraction tickled her stomach. She sliced her plum tomatoes obediently as Jon waxed rhapsodic about sauce. “And what do you do, Gus?”
“I’m an actor.”
“Really!”
“That’s right.” He grinned proudly.
“Full time?”
“Full time.”
“Wow.” Posey couldn’t say that she met a lot of actors…a few community theater buffs here and there, but paid actors? “So, you get enough work up here? I mean, we’re hardly New York or L.A.”
“Actually, yes.” He smiled and sliced, rather adept with a knife. “I get plenty of work. I’ve made a pretty good living at this for years now.”
Should she recognize him? Was he someone famous? “Have you been in anything I might’ve seen?” she asked.
“Maybe,” he said. “What do you like to watch?’
Now was probably not the time to mention that last night, she’d watched Phantom of the Opera for the ninth time…might make her seem a little on the fetishist side. “Um…I like just about everything.”
“Have you ever seen Heat Rising? ” he asked.
She thought for a minute. “I don’t think so. What was that, an action flick?”
He winked. “It sure was.”
“Is that the one where the submarine is stolen by the pirates?”
Gus smiled.
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