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“I’ll have the chicken salad and a Diet Coke, please.” She slowly writes down my order and turns to Nathan. She looks up at him, and once she sees his face, she smiles goofily and tucks her hair behind her ear as her cheeks turn to a rosy pink of flirtation.
Oh jeez….
A trace of a smile crosses Nathan’s face when he sees her reaction to him. “Hello,” he says in his deep voice.
“Hi.” She gushes.
His eyes hold hers intently. “What do you recommend?” His eyes glance to her name badge. “Tiffany, what a beautiful name. May I call you Tiffany?”
She smiles as if she’s just won the lottery. “Of course, you can.”
“What’s good here?”
“Um.” She hunches her shoulders in excitement that he wants to talk to her, and I roll my eyes. Dear God, nothing’s changed. He still has a fan club everywhere he goes.
Unable to help myself, “He’ll have the lasagne.” I cut in.
Oh hell, shut up.
Tiffany’s eyes flicker to me and then back to Nathan. “You want the lasagne?” she asks.
Nathan’s eyes hold mine, and he smiles like the cat that got the cream. Damn it, I just played right into his hands with my little jealous outburst.
“Yes, that sounds delicious.” He smiles. “I might have a glass of wine, too. Would you like a glass of wine, Eliza?”
“Nope.” I’m not drinking with him. That’s a recipe for disaster.
He smiles as he looks through the drink menu. “How sad that she won’t drink with me, right, Tiffany?” He peruses the choices.
Tiffany giggles on cue, and I want to vomit in my own mouth.
“I need to keep my wits about me.” I fake a smile at Tiffany.
Nathan’s eyes rise to mine. “Why is that?”
“Well, I’m going out tonight. I don’t need a head start.” That’s not actually a lie. I really don’t want to get drunk. I also don’t want to end up in bed with you… but that’s a secret I will take to my grave.
“Oh, I see.” His eyes scan the drinks menu. “I’ll have a glass of the Henschke, please.”
“Is that all?” she asks.
“It is.” He smiles. “Thank you, Tiffany.”
She goes up onto her toes, and then with a bashful smile, she takes off to the kitchen.
I stare at him flatly, don’t say it, don’t say it. “You’re very friendly today, Mr. Mercer.” I internally kick myself for saying it.
“I’m always friendly, Eliza, what on earth do you mean?”
“No, you are impatient and grumpy.”
He smiles. “I’ve changed since we last spent time together.”
“Oh, you have, have you?”
“Yes.” He looks around the restaurant like he’s Mary fucking Poppins and butter wouldn’t melt in his gorgeous mouth. Too bad I know that it does.
“Do tell, what’s changed?” I ask.
