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When he reached the restaurant, she was there, standing by the entrance in a white cotton blouse and denim skirt, a straw hat with her strawberry blond hair around her shoulders, strappy sandals making her long legs look even longer.
“Wow.”
She held her skirt out at the sides. “I’m glad you like it.”
“Your last name is Long because of your legs.”
“Ha! My last name is Long because Crystal gave me her last name instead of Randy’s, and she’s five feet two. I think my legs came from the Braddock side.”
“Well, you look amazing. I wish we had time for an afternoon delight.”
“I’ll bypass lunch for an afternoon in bed with you.”
“Really?” He looked at her sidelong, wondering how he got so lucky.
“Yes, Will, really.”
“I’d like to manage both,” he said. “Lunch and love.”
“Since we’re already here, shall we do lunch first?”
“Yes,” he said, leaning over to give her a peck on the cheek. “Love after.”
They walked in together, holding hands.
“This is the first time I’ve been here,” Laura said, looking around. “It’s very French.”
“New Orleans French decorating, but really just a New York diner,” Will said. “It’s close to the hospital, so it’s on my radar when I need to eat away from work.”
The hostess led them to a quiet, out-of-the-way table.
“Wine menu, please,” he said. “I’m ready for a glass. How about you?”
“I took a car over so I can drink,” she said, hanging her bag on the back of the chair.
“I’m having trouble focusing on anything but you. That blouse or whatever it’s called is eye-catching,” he said, staring at her cleavage.
“It’s a chemise, Will,” she replied, laughing. “Perfectly acceptable for summertime wear.”
He stuck a finger in his collar and pulled it away from his neck while he tried to concentrate on the menu.
“Whatever it’s called, I like it. I’m sure Jake Stevens likes it, too.”
“Ha! He was too busy getting to his appointment to notice what I was wearing today.”
“He might be starting radiation,” Will said. “But you didn’t hear it from me.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. He didn’t say anything to us this morning. The receptionist doesn’t even know.”
The server came over and took their orders, white wine for Laura and a Manhattan for Will, “My liver will hate me later,” a turkey club and fries for Will and a Niçoise salad for Laura.
Will’s comments about her top got her in the mood to flirt. He was susceptible to her like no other man she’d ever been with before, and it gave her a sense of power that she was using every chance she got. Reaching for her wine, they tapped glasses, and then she purposely let a little wine spill out onto her chest.
“Oops, that’s cold,” she said, looking down.
“Is that a drop of wine running down between your boobs?”
She pushed her arms against her body to accentuate her cleavage and looked up at him with as demure an expression as she was capable of. “It is. I wish you could lick it off.”
