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His brows knit together, and the tattoo of a small snake slithering down his temple pulls in.
“Why would you think we’re here because of Lexi?”
“Because it was her who asked you to take me shopping, to take me out for a drink last night—”
“No, Evie, tonight was my idea. I asked you to dinner because I wanted to get to know you more, and I want you to get to know me in return.”
“There’s not much to know, really. You know I’m a hairdresser and a mother, and that’s about it.”
“I don’t believe that. You must have likes and dislikes… things that make you tick?”
“It’s been a long time since I’ve had time to think about myself.”
“Because of your son?”
“Yes. He’s my world. Everything I do is for him.”
“Personally, I feel mothers are the driving force in society, but it sounds like a small world to live in.”
“What else could I need?” I push, bordering on flirting.
“I think you know, or you wouldn’t be sitting here.”
I can feel my cheeks burning. I pop half a meatball into my mouth to save myself from having to reply.
I catch him a couple of times clocking the tattoo of Callum’s name on my wrist, and looking away when he sees me watching. Eventually, I pull my sleeve down and forget about it.
“What makes you tick?” I ask, steering the conversation to him.
“Riding my motorcycle, earning money, and now… you.”
Desire pools in my lower stomach, and I tear my eyes away from his just to catch my breath.
Perhaps moving on to standard questions will help ease the sexual tension I’m feeling.
“How about your parents? Do they still live here in town?”
“My dad does, but I don’t have anything to do with him. My mum walked out on us when we were eight, and we haven’t seen her since.”
I wasn’t expecting him to be so open, but I like it.
“I haven’t seen my dad since I was twelve, and my relationship with my mum isn’t the best these days.”
“Because of your boy?”
“Partly. She thinks she knows better than me. She never approved of my ex, and she criticises nearly everything I do, hence why I couldn’t go to her for help when I was at my lowest. I couldn’t face her telling me she was right.”
Finishing off his beer, he sets the empty bottle down in front of him. “Sometimes, your biggest supporters aren’t the ones you assume would be.”
“So true,” I murmur. “So who would you say is your biggest supporter?”
“My sister. She’s the only one who knows everything about me.”
“What about your friends in the club? Are you close to any of them?”
His smile returns, and he chuckles. “They’re more than friends. They’re my brothers. There are a few I’m close to who know me pretty well, but it’s my sister who can read me the best, and supports me in everything I do.”
The more he confides in me about himself, the more human he seems. I’m actually glad I agreed to come to dinner with him this evening.
