Yeah. Him, too.
He cleared his throat and tried to tame his desire for her. This wasn’t a date...or maybe it was. He wasn’t sure what they were doing.
“You don’t have to buy my dinner,” Tess said, with a little shake of her head. “This isn’t really a date.”
“It’s not?” he asked.
“I don’t think so. Maybe it is.” She gave a wry twist of her lips. “In all honestly, I don’t know why I said I’d go to dinner with you. You’re a total stranger.”
“It’s not that different than meeting someone from a dating website if you think about it. In fact, it’s almost like an old-fashioned date. Two people meet, they’re attracted to one another, and then they—”
“You’re attracted to me?” she asked. A faint pink bloomed in her cheeks and the refreshingly honest question made him like her even more. And he already had a healthy like for her. “Yeah, that sounded sort of middle-schoolish. Been hanging out with my nephews too much.”
“Actually I thought it was understood I’m attracted to you. Otherwise I’d be sharing stuffed mushrooms and wings with Angela and the girls.”
“Well, good to know. I’m pretty hungry but I’d hate to think this was a mercy date.”
“Far from it,” he said, unable to contain the desire he had for her.
His salacious gaze didn’t put her off. In fact she smiled wider before turning to the waitress.
After they ordered po’boys and a cup of gumbo, a comfortable silence descended. He took the time to study her. Her eyes weren’t really the color of moss so much as the color of a magnolia leaf: rich, fertile green. The freckles weren’t overly pronounced, merely sprinkled across her rounded cheekbones. She had delicate eyebrows and small earlobes from which winked simple solitaire diamonds.
Tess cleared her throat. “So if this is a date, you should tell me more about yourself. I know you went to Jesuit, grew up here and worked for NASA, but what about your...hobbies?”
“Hobbies?”
Tess made a face. “That lame, huh? Guess I have issues with uncomfortable silence.”
“Felt like a comfortable silence to me.”
“Really? Hmm...” She smiled, opening a package of crackers from the bowl on the table. “Sorry. Should have taken Angela up on the appetizers. I’m starving.”
He’d been eyeing the crackers himself, so he mimicked her. “Me, too, but I didn’t want to look like I had no self-control.”
“No sense in standing on ceremony. As my nephews say, YOLO.”
He crooked an eyebrow.
“You Only Live Once,” she clarified.
Perfect reason to ignore the flicker of logic edging in on his good time with Tess. YOLO. He liked that. “Okay, a little about me. I read the newspaper every morning, don’t have a Facebook account, like dogs over cats, have a seven-year-old daughter and I’m a Scorpio.”
“You have a daughter?”
“Somehow I knew that would stand out to you. Yeah, Emily. She’s beautiful, smart and can tie her own shoes. Big accomplishment. She lives here in New Orleans with her mother and I don’t see her often. Another reason I want to move back.”
“Wow, a kid, huh?”
“Deal breaker for you?”
“No, I’ve just never dated a guy with a kid. Not that we’re dating. This is a special circumstance. Or something.”
“Or something. But we’re going with it, right?”
“Definitely. I’m having fun.”
The waitress arrived with their gumbo, and with unspoken agreement they dug in. The gumbo was decent and minutes later both cups were empty.
Graham pushed his bowl to the side. “So tell me about you.”
“Nothing special. Graduated from Carnegie-Mellon in industrial art design, work for my dad’s company and live in a loft in the Warehouse district. I ride a bike to work most days and I do the New York Times crossword puzzle every Sunday even if it takes me until lunch. I don’t have children, pets or a lactose intolerance. Big Italian family, no ties to mafia, though my brother likes to infer it.”
“The priest?”
“No, the surgeon.”
“Accomplished family,” he murmured.
“Exactly what my father expects. I’m the baby of the family and the only girl. I have three older brothers who excel at their careers, but I’m the only one who followed in my father’s footsteps.”
“Three older brothers?” He feigned loosening his collar.
She laughed as the waitress set huge po’boys in front of them. “You don’t have to worry. They’re all my size and busy with families. I see them only at Sunday dinner. Now Granny B, she’s the one you should worry about. She once accosted the mailman for being cheeky.”
“Cheeky?”
“Yeah, had something to do with Publishers Clearing House and apparently he didn’t take Granny B seriously. The woman is a menace.”
“But you love her,” he said as she crossed herself and then dug into her meal.
“That’s required, too,” Tess joked, but the warmness in her eyes said differently.
He picked up the sandwich and took a bite. “Oh, mmm.”
“Yeah,” she agreed wiping cocktail sauce from the corner of her mouth. “I forgot how damn good these are.”
Graham couldn’t stop thinking about how good it felt to be home...to be with this cool chick. He really liked her casual openness along with the mystery. Tess was like a box his grandfather once had. On the outside simple, smooth lines but once the key turned, the inside held carvings of exquisite beauty.
And he really wanted to open her.
And do bad things to her.
The waitress delivered the check and they both reached for it.
Tess grabbed the small purse she’d hung on the back of the chair. “Let’s split, okay?”
“I like to think of myself as a gentleman,” he said, reaching for his wallet.
“How are you not a gentleman? Really, I feel more comfortable splitting the check.”
“But next time I pay and we do this for real,” he said, surprising himself with the offer. But why not? He’d get her number and when he next came to New Orleans—whether it was in a moving truck or merely to visit his family—he’d call her.
“Deal. Next time we dine, I’ll wear an LBD and heels.”
No clue what LBD was and his face must have given it away.
“Little black dress,” she said.
“In the words of Ron, meow,” he joked.
They smiled at each other, possibility hovering over them.
“Want to have a drink at the Carousel Bar?” she asked. “It’s not far.”
He thought about his rental car and wondered how safe it was. He’d thankfully purchased rental insurance—this was New Orleans, car theft capital of the South, after all. Then he looked at Tess’s lips. She’d swiped them with lip gloss and he caught a whiff of strawberry or something similar. Yeah, he wouldn’t mind dessert. “Sure. I’m not ready to go back to my hotel room.”