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A laugh bubbles up from deep insideme.
I’ve caught him off-guard too, because his mouth curves,reluctantly.
And shit. If Wes Robinson gives good serious? He’s heart-stopping when hesmiles.
It’s terrible news because I’m guessing those grins are a rare occurrence, and after tonight, I’ll probably never see the guyagain.
Which suddenly feels like a shame of epicproportions.
“Are you always so candid?” heasks.
“Lies areoverrated.”
“There’s a difference between candor andlying.”
“Not as much as you’dthink.”
More plates come, and I toss back an oyster and close myeyes.
“Good?” heasks.
“Yeah. Yeah, it’s good.” I slant him a flirty look. “You know they say oysters are anaphrodisiac.”
“I thought that was cashew-cheesecauliflower.”
The laugh’s out before I can stop it, and the couple at the next table looksover.
I don’tcare.
We talk more, and I enjoy his company. We start with work, segue to music, current events. He’s a good conversationalist once he relaxes abit.
A blinking red notification comes in on myphone.
Just like that, the anxiety’sback.
“What’s wrong?” Wesasks.
“My car. It’s moving.” I follow the dot on myscreen.
“It’s beingstolen?”
“Yes. And no.” I suck in a long breath. Let it out as I shut myeyes.
I should be leaving. Doing something to try to figure out my tanking career, my family drama, or the fact that my car left my parents’ garage withoutpermission.
But when my eyes blink open, I don’t see the restaurant. All I see is Wes Robinson. He looks like the beautiful answer to every problem I have, and I almost wish our dinner wasn’tover.
But there’s something I needmore.
I take a final sip of water, then tuck my hair behind my ears. “Can I borrow you?” I ask, shifting out of my chair and dropping the napkin on my seat without waiting for aresponse.
I weave through the tables out into the hall, which is quiet. When I turn, he’s right behindme.
I take a second to check him out again. Yup, he’s just as good-looking as before, and it’s not thewine.
“I need to tell you something,” I say in my sexiestwhisper.
But his gaze narrows on mine, wary. “If you killed someone and buried them under this restaurant, I don’t think I can take that level ofcandor.”
