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Authors: Lisa B. Kamps
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hoping to see Angie walking toward him.
Still no sign of her. He sighed and glanced at his watch, wondering if maybe she was stuck in traffic or having a hard time finding a place to park. He refused to think she wouldn't show up.
"Hey Jay."
Relief flooded him when he heard his name called and he turned around, a smile on his face. He froze, his mind having trouble processing what his eyes were seeing.
Angie stood a few feet away, at the curb where the taxi he noticed earlier was now pulling away. She was dressed in a simple black dress that fell mid-thigh, cut deep enough to show off lush cleavage. His eyes raked her once more in appreciation, traveling down her tanned legs and stopping at the dangerously high black sandals on her feet.
He swallowed and raised his gaze, noticing the way her dark hair was carelessly pulled up, the length of it off her shoulders with thick strands waving around her face and along her neck. The sun caught it in its dying rays, turning the browns into shades of cinnamon and roan.
And hell, he didn't even know what color roan was.
Her smile faltered and he realized he had been staring like an idiot, frozen at the sight of her. He offered her a smile and closed the distance between them, leaning down and giving her a quick kiss on the cheek before he could stop and think about. The action seemed to surprise her, but she didn't say anything.
"You're beautiful." Jay cursed himself for uttering such a plainly generic phrase, thinking that a woman would want to hear something more poetic or fancier. But he was neither of those things, and the honest declaration was the truth. The compliment seemed to surprise her, though, because a small flush spread across her cheeks and she looked away.
They stood there for a few seconds, neither of them saying anything, and Jay suddenly wondered if Angie was as uncomfortable as he was. If that was the case, they were both going to be in for a long night.
And he didn't want that.
So he reached down and grabbed her hand, threading his fingers through hers and leading her toward the restaurant. "Are you hungry?"
"Yes, actually, I am." Angie said it like it surprised her and he looked over at her, wondering at the comment. But he didn't say anything, just gave her a smile as they stopped at the hostess stand.
They were quickly seated and filled the first few minutes with vague small talk until the waitress came over, took their drink order, then left. Jay looked over at Angie, watching her as she studied the menu.
"Is this okay? I didn't stop to think—"
"No, this is great. Thanks." She looked up and offered him a small smile, then turned back to the menu. "It all looks so good, I just don't know what to get."
"Well, I'll go out on a limb and say that their steak is probably pretty good."
Angie looked up at him, a small frown on her face. Then she finally laughed. Jay let out his breath, glad that she had understood his lame joke. They were at a steak house, a well-known one, so it went without saying that the steak would be good.
The waitress approached with their drinks then took their order. Jay was gratified to hear Angie order the petit filet. He had been on too many dates with too many women who ordered nothing more than a salad, then picked at it all night. It had always made him uncomfortable to eat his own heavy meal, and he invariably left still hungry.
He didn't think he'd have that problem tonight, and ordered the prime rib. The waitress left and he turned back to Angie, raising his beer glass as if he was going to make a toast. She looked at him oddly for a second, then raised her own wine glass in response.
"To the start of a fun date." He had meant to words to be light, but there must have been something in his voice that didn't come out quite right. Angie clinked her glass against his and took a sip of her wine, but instead of smiling like he had hoped, she looked down at the table. Her hand smoothed the white linen of the table
Still no sign of her. He sighed and glanced at his watch, wondering if maybe she was stuck in traffic or having a hard time finding a place to park. He refused to think she wouldn't show up.
"Hey Jay."
Relief flooded him when he heard his name called and he turned around, a smile on his face. He froze, his mind having trouble processing what his eyes were seeing.
Angie stood a few feet away, at the curb where the taxi he noticed earlier was now pulling away. She was dressed in a simple black dress that fell mid-thigh, cut deep enough to show off lush cleavage. His eyes raked her once more in appreciation, traveling down her tanned legs and stopping at the dangerously high black sandals on her feet.
He swallowed and raised his gaze, noticing the way her dark hair was carelessly pulled up, the length of it off her shoulders with thick strands waving around her face and along her neck. The sun caught it in its dying rays, turning the browns into shades of cinnamon and roan.
And hell, he didn't even know what color roan was.
Her smile faltered and he realized he had been staring like an idiot, frozen at the sight of her. He offered her a smile and closed the distance between them, leaning down and giving her a quick kiss on the cheek before he could stop and think about. The action seemed to surprise her, but she didn't say anything.
"You're beautiful." Jay cursed himself for uttering such a plainly generic phrase, thinking that a woman would want to hear something more poetic or fancier. But he was neither of those things, and the honest declaration was the truth. The compliment seemed to surprise her, though, because a small flush spread across her cheeks and she looked away.
They stood there for a few seconds, neither of them saying anything, and Jay suddenly wondered if Angie was as uncomfortable as he was. If that was the case, they were both going to be in for a long night.
And he didn't want that.
So he reached down and grabbed her hand, threading his fingers through hers and leading her toward the restaurant. "Are you hungry?"
"Yes, actually, I am." Angie said it like it surprised her and he looked over at her, wondering at the comment. But he didn't say anything, just gave her a smile as they stopped at the hostess stand.
They were quickly seated and filled the first few minutes with vague small talk until the waitress came over, took their drink order, then left. Jay looked over at Angie, watching her as she studied the menu.
"Is this okay? I didn't stop to think—"
"No, this is great. Thanks." She looked up and offered him a small smile, then turned back to the menu. "It all looks so good, I just don't know what to get."
"Well, I'll go out on a limb and say that their steak is probably pretty good."
Angie looked up at him, a small frown on her face. Then she finally laughed. Jay let out his breath, glad that she had understood his lame joke. They were at a steak house, a well-known one, so it went without saying that the steak would be good.
The waitress approached with their drinks then took their order. Jay was gratified to hear Angie order the petit filet. He had been on too many dates with too many women who ordered nothing more than a salad, then picked at it all night. It had always made him uncomfortable to eat his own heavy meal, and he invariably left still hungry.
He didn't think he'd have that problem tonight, and ordered the prime rib. The waitress left and he turned back to Angie, raising his beer glass as if he was going to make a toast. She looked at him oddly for a second, then raised her own wine glass in response.
"To the start of a fun date." He had meant to words to be light, but there must have been something in his voice that didn't come out quite right. Angie clinked her glass against his and took a sip of her wine, but instead of smiling like he had hoped, she looked down at the table. Her hand smoothed the white linen of the table
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