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“Tell me when.”
After his second sprinkle, I expressed, “When.”
“The sink’s over there.” He used his forehead to point across the kitchen.
After pulling out of my coat and placing it on the back of the barstool holding my purse, I ambled over to the sink and washed my hands.
“Where’s your suitcase?” Tobias gestured with his eyes toward the hall I’d traveled from to get to the kitchen.
I dried my hands with paper towels near the sink. “In the car.”
“Pass me the keys.” He placed the plate on the table. “In the trunk? I’ll get Danny G to bring it in.”
I rolled my eyes. “I can get it, Tobias. Aren’t we about to eat?” I couldn’t express how thoughtful of him making dinner was. All the phrases I conjured while washing my hands felt corny now.
“Nah.You’reabout to eat then take a nice, hot, bubble bath.” He brought a cloth napkin over, along with utensils. His striking body distracted me. Seeing it live in the flesh gave his countenance new energy. My senses were on overload with appreciation.
Stupid.
Stupid.
Stupid.
Stupid body. My stupid brain.
“And what are you going to do?” I couldn’t help my antagonistic deflections. “Watch me?”
Shit…
Bad choice of words.
Tobias didn’t answer right away. Instead, he strode with unhurried confidence, just outside of the open kitchen area to what was clearly a glass wine cellar. I watched as he decided over at least a dozen bottles, neatly stacked symmetrically. His hand brushed over one before reversing in direction and selecting another.
“I think you’ll like this red blend.” Bringing it to the table, he showed the label, holding the bottle at the capsule and heel.
“Château Blevin.” My brows lifted. “Whoa. Who did you rent this place from?”
Adorably, his gingerbread-hued face wrinkled. “Why?”
“Because they have good Jersey wine in their collection.”
Tobias turned to glance at the glass cellar. “That’smywine from my even bigger collection at home.”
“My bad. I didn’t know.” Self-conscious, I pulled at the ends of my hair.
“Because you ain’t been to my crib yet, Lennox.”
“Stop.”
“Okay.” He took a deep breath and raised the bottle again. “Wanna try?”
“Sure, I do. But you haven’t answered my question.”
Tobias sauntered over to the island, pulling out a drawer for a bottle opener. “Which was?”
I stood for my purse. “Why is the table set just for me?”
“Oh. That one.”
