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Authors: Tori Brooks
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her arms.
“What? I didn’t say that.” Dev mentally retraced his steps, wondering where he’d left the breadcrumbs Lindsay followed to that conclusion. The waiter appeared in his peripheral vision again and Dev reached for the lifeline.
“The waiter’s coming back. Quick, decide what you want.” He picked up the menu and started looking it over. Lindsay didn’t move, and he pointed to her menu as a hint.
“I’m having the butternut squash ravioli with portobello mushrooms. We’ve been here before, remember?”
Dev felt his face turn pink and concentrated on the menu. He was so distracted by Lindsay’s new look, the uncomfortable conversation, and now the pressure of the waiter standing over them that he couldn’t think. Closing the menu and setting it aside, Dev caught Lindsay’s eye.
“Fine, what do I want?”
She grinned mischievously. “To eat I assume?”
He nodded, confident his face was a darker pink than her dress by far.
Lindsay turned to the waiter and ordered for him, but Dev wasn’t paying attention. The line of Lindsay’s cheek stood pink against her creamy flesh, drawing Dev’s eye. The way she moved, the light brush of her hair against her face, the way her ear peeked out from beneath the pale strands. Lindsay’s earrings caught Dev’s attention: simple pearl studs and they bothered him for some reason. Maybe he’d buy her earrings. Jess talked about giving women jewelry, but Dev couldn’t remember the rules Jess followed at the moment. Of course it didn’t –
“Dev?” Lindsay called his name to get his attention, shaking his thoughts loose. He smiled and shook his head. “Thoughts?” she asked.
“Jess and his ideas about dating.”
“They don’t apply to us, you know that. Now that you brought it up though . . .”
Dev smiled and tried to be positive as Lindsay questioned how Jess and Kenny were likely to take her new look. He couldn’t figure out how she managed to spring it on him like this and asked her about it directly. Lindsay blushed a fascinatingly feminine shade of pink when she admitted she wore a black wig for their weekly webcam dates. One thing he always appreciated about Lindsay was her dedication. She never did anything halfway.
Somehow Dev made it through dinner. Even though Lindsay knew everything he did the last few months and vice versa, they recapped the high points before moving on to the latest news in computing. By the time he slid behind the wheel of his car, Dev was more comfortable with the new Lindsay Antoinette Caffey.
It was early yet and Dev drove out to a rocky beach on Puget Sound. He parked and told Lindsay what he knew so far about the upcoming tour. She listened attentively, but as Dev went on, he realized Lindsay wasn’t happy to hear about the musical achievement that would soon tear them apart again.
“So I have to listen to these CDs,” Dev finished weakly. He gestured to three CDs he had wedged between the seats. Lindsay picked them up, chose one, and slid it into the CD player. She forwarded to the fourth track and turned up the volume as Dev heard the first strained notes of a guitar.
“Rushing On,” Lindsay said. “You could get a worse band to open for.”
“Big crowds. More people than we could draw on our own.”
“I suppose. You’ve heard their singles, right?”
“Hard to miss,” Dev agreed.
“They mostly suck. I like this one though.” Lindsay leaned over and turned it up a little more.
They listened to the song, then Lindsay skipped over two tracks and they listened to another. Dev didn’t completely listen to all three CDs, but he got the high points. He also got a better idea of what Lindsay liked: a style completely different from A Thousand Words .
She listened to a lot of different things, Dev told himself. Upon reflection, he realized when they listened to music together they listened to a radio station where they didn’t have control over the play list. He never suggested anything and
“What? I didn’t say that.” Dev mentally retraced his steps, wondering where he’d left the breadcrumbs Lindsay followed to that conclusion. The waiter appeared in his peripheral vision again and Dev reached for the lifeline.
“The waiter’s coming back. Quick, decide what you want.” He picked up the menu and started looking it over. Lindsay didn’t move, and he pointed to her menu as a hint.
“I’m having the butternut squash ravioli with portobello mushrooms. We’ve been here before, remember?”
Dev felt his face turn pink and concentrated on the menu. He was so distracted by Lindsay’s new look, the uncomfortable conversation, and now the pressure of the waiter standing over them that he couldn’t think. Closing the menu and setting it aside, Dev caught Lindsay’s eye.
“Fine, what do I want?”
She grinned mischievously. “To eat I assume?”
He nodded, confident his face was a darker pink than her dress by far.
Lindsay turned to the waiter and ordered for him, but Dev wasn’t paying attention. The line of Lindsay’s cheek stood pink against her creamy flesh, drawing Dev’s eye. The way she moved, the light brush of her hair against her face, the way her ear peeked out from beneath the pale strands. Lindsay’s earrings caught Dev’s attention: simple pearl studs and they bothered him for some reason. Maybe he’d buy her earrings. Jess talked about giving women jewelry, but Dev couldn’t remember the rules Jess followed at the moment. Of course it didn’t –
“Dev?” Lindsay called his name to get his attention, shaking his thoughts loose. He smiled and shook his head. “Thoughts?” she asked.
“Jess and his ideas about dating.”
“They don’t apply to us, you know that. Now that you brought it up though . . .”
Dev smiled and tried to be positive as Lindsay questioned how Jess and Kenny were likely to take her new look. He couldn’t figure out how she managed to spring it on him like this and asked her about it directly. Lindsay blushed a fascinatingly feminine shade of pink when she admitted she wore a black wig for their weekly webcam dates. One thing he always appreciated about Lindsay was her dedication. She never did anything halfway.
Somehow Dev made it through dinner. Even though Lindsay knew everything he did the last few months and vice versa, they recapped the high points before moving on to the latest news in computing. By the time he slid behind the wheel of his car, Dev was more comfortable with the new Lindsay Antoinette Caffey.
It was early yet and Dev drove out to a rocky beach on Puget Sound. He parked and told Lindsay what he knew so far about the upcoming tour. She listened attentively, but as Dev went on, he realized Lindsay wasn’t happy to hear about the musical achievement that would soon tear them apart again.
“So I have to listen to these CDs,” Dev finished weakly. He gestured to three CDs he had wedged between the seats. Lindsay picked them up, chose one, and slid it into the CD player. She forwarded to the fourth track and turned up the volume as Dev heard the first strained notes of a guitar.
“Rushing On,” Lindsay said. “You could get a worse band to open for.”
“Big crowds. More people than we could draw on our own.”
“I suppose. You’ve heard their singles, right?”
“Hard to miss,” Dev agreed.
“They mostly suck. I like this one though.” Lindsay leaned over and turned it up a little more.
They listened to the song, then Lindsay skipped over two tracks and they listened to another. Dev didn’t completely listen to all three CDs, but he got the high points. He also got a better idea of what Lindsay liked: a style completely different from A Thousand Words .
She listened to a lot of different things, Dev told himself. Upon reflection, he realized when they listened to music together they listened to a radio station where they didn’t have control over the play list. He never suggested anything and
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