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Kelly set her phone on the bar face down and smiled, pushing away her turbulent thoughts.
“Yeah, just making sure there are no crises I’m missing.”
Hank leaned an elbow on the counter, his gray eyes luminous in the low lights. “Ah, for a minute there, I thought you might be waiting for a rescue.”
“Come again?” she asked.
He flashed a grin at her. Tonight, he was wearing a blue button-down and jeans, looking relaxed and stylish all at once. “You know. Women have their girlfriend call and say there’s an emergency, so they can escape a horrible date.”
Kelly picked up her glass of Merlot and took a sip. “I have no reason to do that.”
“Because you’re enjoying my company so much?”
“No, because this isn’t a date,” she countered.
Hank chuckled. “A few more nights out with me, and I’ll change your mind.”
“You’re bordering on cocky, sir.” Kelly crossed her legs as she sat on the barstool, noticing the way Hank’s gaze drifted down to admire her limbs. She’d broken out her black dress with the loose skirt. She loved the way it swished around her legs when she walked, and the simple spaghetti straps showed off her neck and shoulders.
Not because she was trying to entice Hank. She just wanted to feel pretty. To enjoy the attentions of a handsome man.
There was nothing wrong with that.
Except her hand itched to check her phone again.
I need to stop thinking about Chris. If he wants to be a dumbass over a little body malfunction, that’s on him.
“I prefer the term charming to cocky,” Hank said,
Concentrating on the dimple in his cheek, she smirked. “I’m sure you do.”
“I like that you’re quick witted.”
“As opposed to just laughing at everything you say?” she asked.
“Actually, yes. I don’t get very many women who tell me no.”
“Shocker.”
“I didn’t mean that I’m a man whore.”
Kelly laughed. “This conversation is swiftly going south.”
He took her hand in both of his, startling her as he met her gaze eagerly. “Then tell me more about you, Kelly.”
His hands were warm and soft around hers, but besides feeling a little nervous, his touch didn’t make her heart race. “Um, not much to tell. I’m always working. Something Borrowed is my life.”
“Ever been married?” he asked.
“No. I was engaged once.” Damn, why did I open that can of worms?
“What happened?”
Kelly swallowed hard. “He died.”
He sat back, his eyebrows nearly touching his hairline over his wide eyes. “Bloody hell, I’m sorry.”
That was everyone’s response. They were sorry for her loss, sorry for her pain. What else could they say?
