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I wasn’t lying before when I told Nate that he had a beautiful smile.
It really is a sight to behold.
Maybe it’s because it’s so rare to see it on his face that I find it so fascinating.
I’m sure it doesn’t have anything to do with the dimple that pops up on his left cheek. Or the way the flecks of gold in his hazel eyes, like tiny sunbursts, shine brightly amidst the depths of the earthy hues that surround them.
Nope, that can’t be it.
It’s just a nice smile.
That’s all it is.
“You okay there, Lottie? You look a little flushed,” he says worriedly after I’ve gone silent for longer than acceptable.
“Huh?” I stammer embarrassingly. “Oh, no. I’m fine. Just a little bit thirsty, I guess. The waitress should have returned with our order by now, don’t you think?” I ask, making a show of running my hand over my parched throat.
“Want me to go see what the hold-up is?” he asks attentively, his smile back to its usual fine line.
Thank God.
“No, that’s okay. But you do get points for being so thoughtful. See? You’ll be done with me in no time.”
“Doubtful,” he mumbles but then plasters on that shy smile of his again that makes me forget where I am, much less what he just said.
Oh, boy.
“Okay, so what do we do now?” he asks, pulling me out of my catatonic state and reminding me why we are here in the first place.
He’s a client in need of my help.
That’s what I should be focusing on.
Not his smile.
And definitely not his sad, puppy-dog eyes.
“Well, now we have some fun, just like I promised. Do you think you can handle that?” I play off teasingly.
“Guess we’re about to find out.”
Guess we are.
God, I hope I can handle it.
Because right now, I’m doing a piss poor job of keeping my cool.
What has gotten into me?
Just as the worrisome thought creeps in, the waitress arrives with our food and beer, stopping me from continuing this downward spiral.
The plates have barely touched the table when Nate proceeds to wolf down both wing platters and fries.
Thankfully, it’s the reprieve I need to get out of my head.
While he’s eating, he’s not smiling, and that, right there, is a godsend in keeping my composure.
But then again, watching him chow down defeats the purpose of this date.
