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that. Was looking forward to it, as a matter of fact. A lot. I drew in a shuddering breath as I met his gaze. “You didn’t seem this…this, um, approachable at the game yesterday.”
    Henry forked up the last bite of his broccoli. “Your nephew was there, along with those soccer moms.” He munched on the veggie, then swallowed. “I prefer to keep my private life just that. Private.” There was no mistaking the heat in his look.
    Oh. Somebody was hungry for more than salmon.
    I shifted in my seat, trying to ease the tightness in my slacks.
    There wasn’t a lot of talk after that. We both skipped coffee and dessert, and when the check came, I reached for my wallet.
    “No, Nicholas; allow me. You’re my guest.” Those blue eyes were burning at me, talking to me again.
    I could feel the tension ratchet up. It had been simmering in my belly the whole time we’d been at the table. Watching Henry eat, his fine table manners, his slow, quiet way of speaking—all of that had me going. This smart guy really, really turned my crank. And what made him different than the suits I’d hit-and-run with in the past? I think he was smarter than the rest; funny how that made me feel way more excited than inadequate. Nope. He was just…different. Hotter. Better.
    “So. Are we going to…” Going to what? I tried again. “What’s next?” Jesus, that was even more lame.
    Henry didn’t bother to hide his smile. “I was hoping you’d join me for an after-dinner drink.”
    No! I want to go fuck . “Uh. Sure.”
    “At my home.”
    Oh, yeah! I shot to my feet and bumped the table in my haste. “I’ll follow you.”

Chapter Seven
    Henry drove to an exclusive subdivision just east of the tollway. He went through the gated checkpoint ahead of me, and the guard there waved me on as I passed underneath the portico.
    Like everywhere else in Lake Forest, the trees were huge, creating thick canopies arching over the winding roads. There were no sidewalks, so it felt like I was driving on a country lane. The white board fencing and lush gardens all around me added to the feeling. In the gleam of my headlights, I could see bushes in all shapes and sizes.
    His house was a sprawling brick ranch, and it looked like he had a couple of acres. Lots of grounds to maintain. Huh. He probably had armies of maintenance and cleaning people.
    We drove to the side of the house, where the overhead door nearest the house opened. Henry parked the 300 into the first bay, and I spied a second classic in the garage. I pulled my car over to the side of the house, then followed him in. “There’s the Roadmaster.” Dominic Pentazi had listed all his customers’ cars for me, and I’d been dying to see this beauty.
    Henry glanced at the roadster indulgently. “Yes, indeed.”
    The Buick sat there in all its green glory. “Sweet. That’s the same model they used in the movie Rain Man , except that one was yellow.”
    “Exactly.” There was a wealth of satisfaction in Henry’s voice. “I found her nine months ago at an auction in New York.”
    “Can I take a look under the hood?” I was practically salivating to get a peek.
    “Why don’t we leave that until tomorrow morning? After breakfast, perhaps?”
    “Oh. Oh . Yeah. I mean, yeah.” I think my tongue was probably hanging out right then. Breakfast meant there would be an overnight visit. Sweet . “I can wait.”
    “You don’t need to head home tonight?”
    I’d just have to sneak a text to my dad. “Nope.” I looked around as we entered his kitchen. “Your counters are blue.”
    With a chuckle, Henry hung his keys on a hook near the door. “Yes. It’s a granite called lapis lazuli. I spotted it at the stone fabricator when I was having the kitchen redone. It’s very rare, and something about it called to me. I had to have it.” He reached for my coat as I slid it off my shoulders.
    It certainly looked like one of the kitchens I might see in a magazine. There was a square table