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The man knew how to make me blush.
Before I could respond, our waiter appeared. He introduced himself and placed water glasses on the table. Filled them and stood back.
"Are you ready to order, or do you need a minute?" the waiter asked.
Rush and I glanced at each other. We hadn't had a chance to look at the menu yet.
"We're going to need another minute," Rush said.
"Great." The waiter glanced at me. "Shall I get you two started on drinks?"
"Oh, yes. What's good here?" Not that I would know or care. Alcohol was a bad idea, but I decided tonight would be full of them.
Chapter 15 Fondue For Two
LUX
Once the waiter took our drink orders—strawberry daiquiri for me and a water for Rush, I perused the menu. Everything sounded so good. "Hmmmmm."
“Is that an amused sound or a hungry one?'' he asked once the waiter had moved onto another table. Rush picked up his menu as well.
"Hungry, for sure."
“I’m worried they might not have anything big enough for you on here.” He winked, a smile dancing on his lips.
“Hey!” Reaching across the table, I smacked his hand, which he swiftly grasped, holding my fingers tightly. I liked holding his hand. Tingles ran along my skin like little racehorses.
“I can’t believe I only met you yesterday.” His gaze sought out mine, and I shifted, wishing I had something to say back that wasn’t one hundred percent lame.
“Crazy.” Totally lame, but he tongue-tied me, our kiss running on a loop inside my brain.
“Good crazy, or bad.”
“Good, I think.” I looked up at him through my lashes. How had things changed so dramatically in such a short time? Yesterday morning had begun with the yearly hospital visit, and now look at where I sat. I was across from a man who looked like him. Who seemed to want to be with me as much as I wanted to be with him.
“You think?” He clutched his chest with his free hand. “I’m wounded.”
Dropping my gaze, I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, clearly remembering why I wore it up most of the time. Because of the chemo and the bald spots, and then thinning areas—not that I had the problem anymore. But it had become a habit, one I couldn't so easily quit.
“Good, definitely,” I told him, but I kept my gaze on the small plate in front of me.
He reached forward and lifted my chin. “Don’t hide. It doesn’t become you.”
My mouth dried, unable to find any words. But I did lift my head to see his handsome face. "I'm not hiding," I lied.
“So.” Obviously, he could sense my unease because he broke out into another breathtaking grin. “Let’s play a little game of get to know you.”
Another hard swallow scratched my throat. “What if there isn’t anything interesting to know about me?”
His stare intensified. “I find that hard to believe.”
“You’d better suspend your belief. I'm boring.” But I smiled, unable to help myself.
“Your orders?” The waiter returned; a stylus poised over an iPad. Very hi-tech for a place with old tablecloths.
“I haven’t even looked.” I grimaced, feeling bad.
“May I?” Rush raised an eyebrow, his lips curving.
