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“Now you don’t have to,” he said with a smile.
“Do you like going to the theater?”
It was sweet and beyond generous he wanted to take me to see the play, but I didn’t want him to take me just because it was something I liked to do.
“I will admit, I’m more of a basketball guy but I can enjoy the evening at the theater as much as the next guy.”
“How about as much as the next girl?” I asked as I grabbed my purse.
“I don’t think anyone loves the theater as much as you do, but I do like it. I wanted the night to be more than just a date, though I’m looking forward to dinner after when we can talk, if you will allow me the pleasure?” he asked.
“It sounds like a wonderful evening.”
“I’m glad you approve,” he said. “Though I have to say, you look incredible.”
“This old thing,” I said with a smile. “Thank you.”
“Whatever it is, however you got it, you look amazing. I’m going to be the envy of every man there, for sure.”
“And I’ll be with every woman and a few guys, I’m sure. You look good in jeans. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in them.”
“You haven’t? I guess you wouldn’t. I’ll wear the suit and even a tux if the situation calls for it, but I’m more of a casual kind of guy, well, with most things,” he said.
He held my gaze as he said that last part and it made me think he was talking about his personal life. Telling me he wasn’t one who did casual when it came to dating or taking a woman out. I could see that being true about him. He hadn’t never dated like his brothers had, he tended to go for longer relationships or nothing at all. He was telling me, this wasn’t just an evening between two friends. It meant something more to him, as it did to me.
“Good to know,” I said with a smile and a blush.
“Shall we?” he asked.
“Definitely. Do you know anything about the play?” I asked as we took the elevator down to the ground floor.
“I’ve read the play, but I haven’t had a chance to see it yet.”
“You read it?”
“Yes, I read,” he said in a teasing tone.
“That wasn’t what I meant, and you know it. I just never would have taken you for a man who would read a play.”
“I did it as a favor of sorts.”
“A favor?” I asked as we stepped off the elevator.
“Yes. I didn’t want to mention this, but I know Hans Herbert,” he said.
I stopped walking and stared at him. Mac took two more steps before turning and looking at me, a sheepish look on his face.
“You know the writer/director?” I asked.
“Our mothers are friends. We went to school together. He wanted the opinion from someone who wasn’t in his world to give him some perspective,” Mac said.
I could tell he was a bit embarrassed by the statement, but he was glad that I knew. I got the impression he wanted to impress me with the information, and I was.
“What did you tell him?” I asked as I walked back to him.
“You’ll just have to watch the play to find out,” he said.
“He never told you if he took any of your suggestions, did he?”
