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The sapphire and diamond ring on my left hand glinted in the light.
“It’s good,” I said, getting back to our conversation. “But your steak looks better.”
“Well, Holliday’s is a steak house.” He reached for his glass of wine.
“Can I try a bite?” I asked.
He raised his brows. “You don’t eat red meat.”
“I know, but I was wondering if maybe I’m getting a taste for it again.”
Bones cut off a piece of his filet mignon and set it on my plate. I cut it into a few pieces and then stuck one into my mouth. It nearly melted on my tongue. It was savory and warm, and it had been cooked to perfection.
I looked longingly at his plate.
“Trade with me,” he said.
“What?”
“I’ll eat your fish and you can eat my steak.”
I shook my head. “I shouldn’t. I mean, I haven’t had red meat in years. I should go easy.”
“Then go easy,” he suggested. “But I’ll give you my plate.”
“You really do love me, don’t you?” I teased.
“I really do,” he said, his voice rough as he stared at me.
“How’s the wine I chose for you?” I asked, once we’d traded plates.
“Perfect. You want to try a bit of that too? Live a little?”
I shook my head. “No. That, I’ll pass on.” I cut another small bite of steak, wanting to savor it, but also wanting to make sure it didn’t upset my stomach. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure. By the way, you’re insane. This fish is amazing. And I’m not a fishy person.”
I smiled. “It’s not better than the steak, though.”
“No. It’s not. What were you going to ask me?”
“When my mother mentioned private security…you had this look on your face like you were seriously considering it.”
“I am considering it. Actually, it’s something I’ve been thinking about for a while. And I’m considering bringing it to Colt.”
“Really?” My brow furrowed. “That seems so…”
“So what?”
“Tame. By the books. Not outside the bounds of normalcy,” I stated.
A crooked smile painted his mouth. “The Tarnished Angels are kind of in uncharted territory right now. We’ve moved away from what we were involved with, but we haven’t really figured out what will replace…the other things and still remain lucrative. You understand?”
“There’s that PR spin,” I said with a smile. “Well, speaking as your wife, I approve of the direction you’re thinking of moving in and I’ll do anything to support it—even fund it.”
“Line drawn,” he said. “Not happening.”
I looked up from my plate. “What, you don’t want to talk about it anymore?”
