Laughing, I drop my hand so he can put the truck in gear and back down the driveway.
We drive across Napier until we reach West Quay Marina and Caleb pulls into the carpark.
Once he helps me out of the truck, we walk hand in hand around the corner and inside the building where we’re shown to our table.
“Here are your menus. Can I take your drinks order in the meantime?” the waitress asks.
“Sure. I’ll have a Corona. Emma?” Caleb asks.
I smile. “Just an orange juice, please.”
She smiles at me and makes a note. “I’ll be back with your drinks and to take your order shortly.”
“Thank you,” Caleb says.
I scan the menu. “What is it you like?”
“The baby back ribs. But it’s all good. Sean and I come here for lunch sometimes.”
I keep my eyes on the menu. “Sean? You don’t bring dates here?”
He chuckles. “I don’t really date, Em. Not like this.” His warm hand closes over my free hand. “And definitely not now when I have you.”
A shiver runs through me.
“I think I’ve read this menu three times already. You’re not making it easy to focus.”
Placing it flat on the table, I meet his gaze.
Caleb grins. “I’ve been having trouble focusing for weeks.”
My cheeks flush.
“The lamb shank’s nice, or you could get a steak maybe,” he continues.
I blow out a long breath. “Lamb shank sounds good.”
He gives my hand a squeeze before letting go. “You’re nervous.”
“I’ve not done anything like this before.”
“Well, I hope this is the first of many dates, then. I’ve got you.”
Even with the background noise, the sound of stilettos clicking on the wooden floor echoes and I look up to see a gorgeous young blonde standing beside our table.
“Caleb? It’s so good to see you again. How have you been?”
I want to die.
This woman must be at least fifteen years younger than me. What the hell is Caleb doing with me when he could be with her?
I’ve given birth four times. My body isn’t as perky as hers.
Panic rises in my chest.
Caleb doesn’t miss a beat. His hand slips back over mine and he squeezes my fingers.
“I’m great. Kelly, isn’t it?”
