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“Only for a minute. Why, is that weird?”
For a split second he looks nervous, and I decide I like this look on him just as much as I like the confident one I saw a few seconds ago.
My lips quirk up. “Well, that depends. Are you a serial killer?”
“I can devour an entire box of Lucky Charms in under an hour. Does that count?”
I shake my head and laugh. “That’s not what I meant.”
He grins and brushes a strand of hair from my face. “I know, but you laughed again, and that’s really what I was going for.”
Oh my. He’s good. “So, you’re not a serial killer?”
He shakes his head. “I assure you, I’m not.”
“A creeper?”
“Only if you’re carrying around a tub of brownies or warm chocolate chip cookies.”
“A man after my own heart,” I say, pretending to swoon. “Tell me, are you here for Hannah or Brad?”
“Both,” he answers.
“Cop?” I ask, curious if he’s one of Brad’s friends from the force. But he shakes his head.
“I work with Hannah.”
“Ah, so you’re an OBGYN?”
He shakes his head again. “Actually, I’m not. Why? Do you have a thing against OBGYNs?”
“Not at all. But I don’t date doctors.”
A look flashes across his face. It’s gone as quickly as it appears. “Then it’s a good thing I’m not.”
“Good to know. You’ve passed the test.” Releasing my glass, I hold my hand out in front of him. “My name is Abigail. My friends call me Abby.”
He places his hand in mine and repeats my name, “Abigail.” The way it rolls off his tongue causes my heart to flutter, and I nervously tuck my skirt around my legs. “Delicate and beautiful. It suits you. My name is Drake.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Drake.”
“Trust me, the pleasure is all mine. No woman has ever made me work so hard just to get her name.”
“I’m not your typical woman.”
He smiles. “Thank God.”
After several long seconds, I reluctantly release his hand and reach for my glass—anything to hide what I’m sure is a goofy smile plastered to my face.
“Tell me, Abigail, why a beautiful woman like yourself is sitting at the bar alone.”
Twisting my glass against the bar top, I look down. “I’m not sure you want to know the answer.”
“Well, now you have to tell me.”
I shake my head and take another drink. “You first. What are you doing here?”
“That’s easy. I followed you over. Now it’s your turn.”
