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“Neither am I.”
I turned my gaze to him. “So why did you come here?”
“Because my friends insisted.”
We shared a laugh.
“Me? I prefer a good meal, a beer, and some live music, or a conversation with friends. I’m too old for this kind of shit.” Logan gestured at the bar with a roll of his eyes.
I didn’t think he was old at all. Maybe older than me, butold? Not a chance.
“Here, let me help you up.” Logan stood and when I placed my hands in his, he hauled me to my feet.
I dusted off my black dress pants. “Where’s a good place to get a meal around here, then?”
“There’s a grill within walking distance.”
“Want to get something to eat?”
Logan narrowed his eyes. “Are you sure?”
I’d never been so bold in all my life. I’d practically asked him on a date, when I didn’t mean to. “I’m sure. I’m so hungry and I don’t think I could find a good meal here, not that I want to go back in to find out, anyhow.”
“What about your friends?”
I rolled my eyes. “I’ll see them back at the rental. What about yours?”
Logan smiled. “I’m a big boy. They know I can look after myself.”
With a small nod, I followed this charming stranger into the night.
* * *
We ended up at a place called Stix & Stones Steak and Seafood Grill. It was an awesome looking restaurant built from dark timber and had sandstone features. It sat right on the beachfront, and the server led us to a table by the windows overlooking the beach.
I was surprised when Logan pulled the chair out for me. When I hesitated, he motioned for me to sit, then pushed me in. “Whatever they’re cooking in that kitchen, it smells incredible.”
“They’re well known for their delicious surf and turf here,” Logan said.
My eyes lit up. “You guys have that here?”
“Yeah.”
“Then I know what I’m getting, and I’ll have a beer along with it.” I didn’t even bother to pick up a menu.
Logan looked at me in surprise. I waited for it. For the comments about how I should probably watch what I ate and wasn’t I concerned for my health and so on. But it never came. Instead, Logan set his menu aside and smiled. “That sounds perfect.”
“Certainly better than hooking up with a stranger at Hot Tuna,” I said as I hung my bag over the back of my chair.
Logan chuckled. “I like the way you say ‘tuna’. Chu-nah instead of too-nah.”
I blushed and lowered my gaze self-consciously with a smile. We ordered our meals and drinks, then Logan leaned forward in his seat.
“So, what brings you out here from Australia? You said something about your first American vacation?”
“My first since moving here. I’m living and working as a veterinarian in Brooklyn.”
Logan’s brown eyes lit up. “You’re a veterinarian?”
