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He nodded. "Put your left hand in your pocket." He gripped the right one, interlacing our fingers and putting them in his pocket.
Oh yeah, the zing went up a notch, or seven. I drew in a deep breath, trying to keep my composure.
As we entered the restaurant, a waiter opened the door for us.
"DuGray, for two people," Drake said.
"This way, please. You’ll get one of our best tables."
We didn't even have a reservation until a while ago; how could they possibly give us anything good?
Drake nodded. "Thank you."
I looked at Drake. He smiled in a very smug way.
"What's that?" I asked.
"What?"
"I don't know. You made a smug face."
"Happy with the table?" he asked.
"Yes. Would it have something to do with your reaction?"
"Of course."
"Drake, what did you do? Ask them to move some poor couple who’d been looking forward to a romantic dinner with a view?”
“I told them to book something great. I didn't care how that happened."
My jaw dropped. "You’re heartless. We can't let this happen." I looked around, but what exactly was I going to do? Shout throughout the restaurant to find out who’d been given a shitty table?
"Kimberly, he didn’t kick anyone out for us. He keeps tables on standby for guests who are here on a business dinner."
"Really? On Valentine's Day?" I asked.
"Aren't we doing the same?"
I drew in a short breath. "We are. Of course we are," I said, trying to keep my composure.
He came around to pull my chair out. As I sat down, he murmured in my ear, "I wanted to get a good table, for you."
"Why?" I asked as he sat down across from me. Maintaining eye contact was too unnerving, so I played with the stem of the single rose that was in the center of the table.
"Because I like to see you happy."
I laughed. He really was sweet, the perfect gentleman. "Mission accomplished. I'm not even bothered by the overwhelming Valentine's Day flair of this place."
They hadn't spared any expense. There were red roses everywhere, but they were tastefully arranged.
When had I turned against Valentine's Day? I couldn't remember. Was it after my last amorous disappointment or perhaps the one before that? My time in France might have influenced me. The French are not fans of Valentine's Day. They find it an American commercial invention. Part of me agreed with them, and yet another part of me thought it wasn't a bad thing to dedicate a day to celebrating love.
Oh crap.I pinned Drake with my eyes. This sex-on-a-stick man was the sole reason I was even entertaining the thought of celebrating the day of love and long-term relationships.
"You look like you're having a fight with yourself," he said.
And he could read me too. This was infuriating.
