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Hue was not a fan of drafting running backs——too fragile, he thought. Our team had taken two with our top-round picks.
I disappointed him by not having much of an opinion on the matter.
The women moved on to discussing rescue shelters for dogs and cats.
Dinner arrived, halting the conversations for the moment.
I took the opportunity to admire Amy. I had told her she was stunning when I picked her up, and I now decided it was an understatement. The way she comported herself with these people this evening added to her allure. She was the total package: beauty, brains, and class, all wrapped up in a deliciously sexy body. Her dark hair cascaded down her back, and the sparkle of her eyes this evening transfixed me every time I caught her looking in my direction. I had lucked into the perfect woman for this——even better than Melinda.
“Liam,” Hue said.
I had missed his question. “I’m sorry. I was somewhere else for a moment.”
“You seemed quite lost in thought,” Felicia told me.
“I was,” I answered. “I was just thinking how lucky I am to have met Amy.”
Felicia’s face melted into the most kind smile. “Tell us how you won her over.”
“Sunshine, why don’t you tell the story. You do it so much better than I do.”
Amy gasped. “You want me to tell it, really?”
“Sure,” I told her, filling my mouth with another bite of my meat.
Hue feigned being busy with his steak, but I could tell he was listening intently.
Felicia put her fork down to hang on every word.
Amy took a sip of her wine. “He started sending me flowers at work.”
“Nice flowers, I hope,” Felicia said.
“Oh, yes. A dozen roses. First once a week, and then once a day,” Amy answered with a smile.
Felicia turned to me. “That sounds so romantic, Liam.”
Hue kept quiet, probably worried again about Felicia holding him to a new standard after this.
“Then twice a day,” I added, smiling at my date.
“Is that what won you over?” Felicia asked Amy.
“No. Not at all,” Amy said, smiling wickedly at me. She’d gone off script. We’d agreed last night that the story would be she gave in after I started sending flowers. Now she was punishing me for embarrassing her.
“You see,” Amy said, “he sent them to the wrong person. He didn’t even get my name right.”
Hue laughed.
It was my turn to get in on this twist to the story if Amy was going to bugger it up. “That’s because at the Christmas party, she had told me where she worked, but she gave me the wrong name. She said her name was Vivienne, but that’s her sister. So when I sent the flowers, of course I had no way of knowing they’d deliver them to the wrong person.”
Felicia’s eyes narrowed. “You sly girl, Amy. So you really didn’t like him at Christmastime at all?”
“No, not until later,” Amy replied.
I put my glass down. “And that wasn’t all I sent.”
Felicia’s eyes twinkled. “What else?”
