Page 70 of Falling Together

Our server comes back to take our order and gives us a bread basket. Before he leaves, Georgia is grabbing one of the hot rolls and tearing into it.

“Mmm. So good.”

That sound shouldn’t do it for me, but it does. Hell, anything this woman does turns me on.

“We could have gone somewhere else if you were so hungry that got us in earlier instead of waiting on a reservation here.”

She shakes her head. “No. I’ve never been here and always wanted to try it.”

“You deserve to be spoiled, Georgia.”

“You really have this whole first-date thing down pat, Grant.”

“It’s easy when you like the person.”

“I guess it is.” She returns my smile. “Is it bad to talk about another date when the first is only getting started?”

I shake my head, grabbing a roll and smearing butter on it. “I’ll let you plan our tenth date if it makes you happy.”

Her laugh spreads warmth through my veins. “Let’s not get that far ahead of ourselves. But the end of summer festival is coming up at the ranch, and it would be great if you could come.”

“You want to show me off?” I cock my eyebrow at her.

Her gaze flits around the restaurant. A few eyes are peeking at us, but I don’t care. All I care about is being here with her.

“It’s not like everyone here isn’t already staring at us.” She sips her water. “Besides, there’s nothing wrong with wanting to be with you.”

“Then I’ll be there.”

“Bring Luke too. There will be rides going on and I know he’ll love it.”

Reaching across the table, I link her hand in mine. “I know he’s not the easiest kid in the world, and I’m glad he hasn’t scared you off.”

She squeezes my hand. “You don’t give yourself enough credit. He’s a good kid. Moody, but what teenagers aren’t?”

“Considering how he acted when you first met him, I’m glad you think that.”

Our server returns with our meals, and I hate that Georgia pulls her hand back. If only we could eat with one hand.

“It would take a lot more than a moody teenager to scare me away, Grant. It’s nothing compared to what I’ve seen.”

Whether it’s the past she keeps hinting at or her students, I have no doubt that she’s seen a lot. It takes a special kind of person to do what she does, and she’s incredible at it. Hell, she got my kid to open up the most he had since before we left California.

“This is delicious,” she says, breaking me out of my thoughts.

I cut into my steak, popping a bite in my mouth. “Damn, you’re right. This is incredible."

"Maybe we might have to come back here for our third date. And fourth.”

“I’ll bring you here every date if it makes you happy.”

“Hey.” Georgia points a finger at me. “I’m happy with pancakes.”

“You’re an easy date.” I wink at her.

Her tongue darts out to wet her bottom lip. God damn, it is so fucking hot. “Would it be bad form to talk about after the date?”

I drop my fork, not caring about the rest of dinner.