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Authors: Jeannine Colette
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seat. “His name is Dallas?”
“Yep!” Her eyes light up at something on the phone. “And look at that. He’d love to meet up!” She types quickly.
“Now, what are you doing?”
“Asking him if he wants to meet in an hour.”
“Naomi!”
The patrons at the table next to us look over at my sudden outburst.
I lower my voice. “I don’t want to meet up with him.”
She holds the phone to her chest to ensure I won’t try to rip it out of her hands. “Give me one good reason, other than he has his shirt off.”
“I haven’t even read his profile yet.”
“I did. He’s a nurse and health care advocate. He was probably hiking in that photo you so rudely ridiculed.”
I slump my shoulders. A nurse is pretty damn admirable, especially for a guy. “Does he like the arts?”
“Oh, for God’s sake, Crystal, try dating someone who doesn’t mark the checks of your theoretical boxes.” She hands the phone back to me. “ Eat, Pray, Love .”
The tapas I’ve eaten taste good. I pray this guy turns out to be a decent date. The love part? I’m not so sure.
I’m wearing jeans and a button-down, hardly what I’d wear on a first date. I look out the window at the front of the restaurant and see the lights of Henley’s Pub. People are walking in the front door, and from here, I can see a decent crowd. I recall a certain someone telling me that Wednesday nights are band nights.
Holding the phone up, I send Dallas a message, asking if he wants to meet at Henley’s. Within moments, he says that he’ll be there.
I show Dallas’s response to Naomi. “Happy?”
“Delighted!”
chapter FIVE
“Excuse me. Is this Paleo?” Dallas asks, holding a hard cider and pointing to it.
It’s the second time he’s asked the waitress this question since I sat down five minutes ago.
When I walked through the door of Henley’s, I immediately thanked Naomi for making me meet him. Wavy blond hair styled with a perfect amount of gel. Tall and built, and when he smiled and showed me a mouth of perfectly straight pearly whites, I almost melted. This guy is hot with a capital H.
Okay, fine, I’ll admit that his too-tight T-shirt isn’t something I’d usually go for, but I can’t help but stare at those pecs. I mean, women use the word chiseled to describe men in romance novels, and for the first time in my life, I am witnessing a real-life man of sculpted perfection. The high five he gave me in greeting was a bit different but not offensive.
The problem. He’s kind of a fitness and health nut, which is usually fine, except he’s obsessive about it.
Name: Dallas James
About Me: My body is my temple.
Age: 27
Occupation: Health Care Advocate
Interests: CrossFit and Paleo!
As the waitress walks away with an eye roll, I turn to Dallas, who is eyeing the drink the waitress brought him like it’s poison.
“You seem like you’re really into Paleo. What is it exactly?”
He gives me an open-mouthed expression, shocked. “It’s only a way of life.”
I wait for him to continue.
So, he does. “Eat like a caveman, baby. That’s how I keep this up.” He flexes his pecs one at a time to make them dance. “If I can’t kill it or grow it, I don’t want to eat it.” He glances at the plate of appetizers between us. “This right here is full of processed and refined food. It ain’t going anywhere near my mouth.”
I balk. “Then, why did you order it?”
“I didn’t. I thought you did.”
I shake my head and peer over at the bar. I see a certain someone looking over at us while shaking a stainless steel cocktail shaker. The waitress, Laurie—the same girl who served me the last few times I was here—returns with another glass and plate. This time, it’s a nice tall beer and a burger with fries.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t order this.”
“On the house, sweetie.”
“Who told you to send these over?” I ask, referring to the drinks and appetizers.
“Nate.” She nods the back of her head
“Yep!” Her eyes light up at something on the phone. “And look at that. He’d love to meet up!” She types quickly.
“Now, what are you doing?”
“Asking him if he wants to meet in an hour.”
“Naomi!”
The patrons at the table next to us look over at my sudden outburst.
I lower my voice. “I don’t want to meet up with him.”
She holds the phone to her chest to ensure I won’t try to rip it out of her hands. “Give me one good reason, other than he has his shirt off.”
“I haven’t even read his profile yet.”
“I did. He’s a nurse and health care advocate. He was probably hiking in that photo you so rudely ridiculed.”
I slump my shoulders. A nurse is pretty damn admirable, especially for a guy. “Does he like the arts?”
“Oh, for God’s sake, Crystal, try dating someone who doesn’t mark the checks of your theoretical boxes.” She hands the phone back to me. “ Eat, Pray, Love .”
The tapas I’ve eaten taste good. I pray this guy turns out to be a decent date. The love part? I’m not so sure.
I’m wearing jeans and a button-down, hardly what I’d wear on a first date. I look out the window at the front of the restaurant and see the lights of Henley’s Pub. People are walking in the front door, and from here, I can see a decent crowd. I recall a certain someone telling me that Wednesday nights are band nights.
Holding the phone up, I send Dallas a message, asking if he wants to meet at Henley’s. Within moments, he says that he’ll be there.
I show Dallas’s response to Naomi. “Happy?”
“Delighted!”
chapter FIVE
“Excuse me. Is this Paleo?” Dallas asks, holding a hard cider and pointing to it.
It’s the second time he’s asked the waitress this question since I sat down five minutes ago.
When I walked through the door of Henley’s, I immediately thanked Naomi for making me meet him. Wavy blond hair styled with a perfect amount of gel. Tall and built, and when he smiled and showed me a mouth of perfectly straight pearly whites, I almost melted. This guy is hot with a capital H.
Okay, fine, I’ll admit that his too-tight T-shirt isn’t something I’d usually go for, but I can’t help but stare at those pecs. I mean, women use the word chiseled to describe men in romance novels, and for the first time in my life, I am witnessing a real-life man of sculpted perfection. The high five he gave me in greeting was a bit different but not offensive.
The problem. He’s kind of a fitness and health nut, which is usually fine, except he’s obsessive about it.
Name: Dallas James
About Me: My body is my temple.
Age: 27
Occupation: Health Care Advocate
Interests: CrossFit and Paleo!
As the waitress walks away with an eye roll, I turn to Dallas, who is eyeing the drink the waitress brought him like it’s poison.
“You seem like you’re really into Paleo. What is it exactly?”
He gives me an open-mouthed expression, shocked. “It’s only a way of life.”
I wait for him to continue.
So, he does. “Eat like a caveman, baby. That’s how I keep this up.” He flexes his pecs one at a time to make them dance. “If I can’t kill it or grow it, I don’t want to eat it.” He glances at the plate of appetizers between us. “This right here is full of processed and refined food. It ain’t going anywhere near my mouth.”
I balk. “Then, why did you order it?”
“I didn’t. I thought you did.”
I shake my head and peer over at the bar. I see a certain someone looking over at us while shaking a stainless steel cocktail shaker. The waitress, Laurie—the same girl who served me the last few times I was here—returns with another glass and plate. This time, it’s a nice tall beer and a burger with fries.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t order this.”
“On the house, sweetie.”
“Who told you to send these over?” I ask, referring to the drinks and appetizers.
“Nate.” She nods the back of her head
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