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him. “It’s kind of annoying you figured that out , and more annoying you keep bringing it up.”
To this he threw his handsome head back, burst out laughing and held my hand tight
for a second.
Then his hold loosened and he lifted our hands so our elbows were on the table, our
hands up between us , but he again leaned into me.
This time super- close.
Which meant he was pressing my hand into his hard chest.
I held my breath.
“Open book,” he said quietly. “Like I said, it’s cute. It’s also refreshing, baby.”
“I’m glad you think so,” I whispered, no longer annoyed. With him that close and my
hand pressed to his chest I was back to nervous.
“I do,” he confirmed.
Okay then, he thought it was cute and refreshing , so I felt it safe to give him more.
Therefore I did.
“Just so you know, I find you extremely attractive and I’d really like this date to
go well because I’d like another one , and not as an excuse to buy another dress and killer pair of shoes.”
I did it , but felt no relief when something weird and a little alarming flashed in his eyes.
His fingers squeezed mine before he hid that look, let my hand go and sat back.
“For a guy, that question is answered at the end of the date.”
Fabulous.
Something to be more nervous about.
He grinned at me.
I licked my lips.
His grin faded and his eyes dropped to my mouth.
I stopped breathing.
The waiter showed with our appetizers.
Thank God.
* * * * *
“Be back, yeah?” Raiden asked as the waiter swept away our dessert plates.
I nodded to him while he stood
When he was up, he reached out a hand and tucked my hair behind my ear. My scalp tingled,
the tingle shooting straight down my spine , and I wished I could touch his hair or that he’d do that again (and again) while
he walked away.
I watched him go while internally shivering through the remnants of the hair tuck
maneuver.
Once he was out of sight, my mind turned to the date.
I wasn’t certain how it started , but once we were over the Bodhi and Heather thing and the how into him I was thing,
Raiden steered conversation to safer subjects. People in town we both knew. How great
Rachelle’s café was doing. Grams. How I did up my house.
I thought, in the end, it was going well.
Conversation was easy . I t flowed . T here were smiles, some laughs for him and for me, the food was delicious and I’d loosened
up because of my company, not to mention three glasses of wine.
The one thing that was weird was that Raiden shared zilch about himself , outside talking a bit about his Mom and more about his sister, both of whom, when
he spoke of them, it was clear he cared a lot about.
But he didn’t tell me about his house when I was talking about mine. He didn’t share
about what he did for work. He didn’t talk about the time he was away. In fact, it
was him that led the conversation and I followed its flow, sharing generously without
getting but a hint of anything personal back.
It was on this thought I realized I had to use the restroom , and this thought led to the fact I should have told Raiden that before he left. I
figured he’d know where I was when he got back and saw me gone. A bonus, it would
save me having to give him that information and the nerve wracking moment of walking
away while he was watching.
So I grabbed my bag, moved from the table and headed in the direction of the restroom.
I got to the ladies in the back hall and put my hand on the door , but stopped dead when I heard Raiden’s voice coming from around the corner that was
at the end of the hall.
“She’s clueless,” he stated.
I stared at my hand at the door, my mind going blank.
“Totally,” Raiden went on. “Hanna has no idea those two assholes are transporting
ice with her afghans.”
My breath clogged in my throat.
Ice?
As in methamphetamine?
“Yeah, it’s completely escaped her,” Raiden continued. “She thinks the girl is
To this he threw his handsome head back, burst out laughing and held my hand tight
for a second.
Then his hold loosened and he lifted our hands so our elbows were on the table, our
hands up between us , but he again leaned into me.
This time super- close.
Which meant he was pressing my hand into his hard chest.
I held my breath.
“Open book,” he said quietly. “Like I said, it’s cute. It’s also refreshing, baby.”
“I’m glad you think so,” I whispered, no longer annoyed. With him that close and my
hand pressed to his chest I was back to nervous.
“I do,” he confirmed.
Okay then, he thought it was cute and refreshing , so I felt it safe to give him more.
Therefore I did.
“Just so you know, I find you extremely attractive and I’d really like this date to
go well because I’d like another one , and not as an excuse to buy another dress and killer pair of shoes.”
I did it , but felt no relief when something weird and a little alarming flashed in his eyes.
His fingers squeezed mine before he hid that look, let my hand go and sat back.
“For a guy, that question is answered at the end of the date.”
Fabulous.
Something to be more nervous about.
He grinned at me.
I licked my lips.
His grin faded and his eyes dropped to my mouth.
I stopped breathing.
The waiter showed with our appetizers.
Thank God.
* * * * *
“Be back, yeah?” Raiden asked as the waiter swept away our dessert plates.
I nodded to him while he stood
When he was up, he reached out a hand and tucked my hair behind my ear. My scalp tingled,
the tingle shooting straight down my spine , and I wished I could touch his hair or that he’d do that again (and again) while
he walked away.
I watched him go while internally shivering through the remnants of the hair tuck
maneuver.
Once he was out of sight, my mind turned to the date.
I wasn’t certain how it started , but once we were over the Bodhi and Heather thing and the how into him I was thing,
Raiden steered conversation to safer subjects. People in town we both knew. How great
Rachelle’s café was doing. Grams. How I did up my house.
I thought, in the end, it was going well.
Conversation was easy . I t flowed . T here were smiles, some laughs for him and for me, the food was delicious and I’d loosened
up because of my company, not to mention three glasses of wine.
The one thing that was weird was that Raiden shared zilch about himself , outside talking a bit about his Mom and more about his sister, both of whom, when
he spoke of them, it was clear he cared a lot about.
But he didn’t tell me about his house when I was talking about mine. He didn’t share
about what he did for work. He didn’t talk about the time he was away. In fact, it
was him that led the conversation and I followed its flow, sharing generously without
getting but a hint of anything personal back.
It was on this thought I realized I had to use the restroom , and this thought led to the fact I should have told Raiden that before he left. I
figured he’d know where I was when he got back and saw me gone. A bonus, it would
save me having to give him that information and the nerve wracking moment of walking
away while he was watching.
So I grabbed my bag, moved from the table and headed in the direction of the restroom.
I got to the ladies in the back hall and put my hand on the door , but stopped dead when I heard Raiden’s voice coming from around the corner that was
at the end of the hall.
“She’s clueless,” he stated.
I stared at my hand at the door, my mind going blank.
“Totally,” Raiden went on. “Hanna has no idea those two assholes are transporting
ice with her afghans.”
My breath clogged in my throat.
Ice?
As in methamphetamine?
“Yeah, it’s completely escaped her,” Raiden continued. “She thinks the girl is
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