“I know what it means,” I growled but couldn’t contain a laugh.“You’re as much a pain in the ass as I am.Maybe that’s why we get along so well.”
Her smirk made my heart beat faster.As I drove into the parking lot, I wondered how fast we could eat and leave.Was there a limit on how long I had to wait until I could make love to her again?
I sent out a subtle probe and felt an answering response in her thoughts.
She wanted me.As dessert.
Damn.Now dinner would prove excruciatingly long.I just knew it.
Chapter23
Darius
Ahalf-hour past our reservation time, my prediction had come true.
It was heaven and hell, because any time spent with Samantha pleased me.
And frustrated me to no end.
I swear I’d have zipper marks on my dick before the night was out.But hey, I got to spend time with my future affai, so there was that.
Swigging ale far inferior to the house brew at Outpour, we waited at the bar for our table to be ready, and I stared into Samantha’s lovely eyes, ignoring her last comment about how pretty the bartender was and how interested in me she’d seemed to be.
Who cared?I had eyes only for Samantha.So I asked the question that had been plaguing me for days.“Just how far can you see into the future, and how long have you had such a gift?”
She paused in the act of sipping her wine, startled.“So much for answering my question about the service here.”She took a larger swallow.“I knew you’d get around to asking me about the dreams sooner or later.”
“I—”
The bartender, a pretty brunette, returned.“Do you two need anything else?”
Yeah, a break from your perky smile and flirty behavior.Back off before I end up setting fire to those cocktail napkins.Because Samantha doesn’t look happy to see you.
“We’re good.Thanks.”I gave the bartender a perfunctory nod but didn’t look away from my date.I didn’t like making women feel bad, and I couldn’t blame the bartender for recognizing perfection when she saw it.But I also didn’t want to offend my future bride.
“Well, if you need anything, just?—”
“We won’t,” Samantha snarled.
I tried not to smile as the bartender fled to the other end of the bar.
Samantha glowered at me.“Oh, shut up.”
I laughed.I couldn’t help it.I had a thing for strong women, and Samantha liked speaking her mind.
The hostess interrupted before Samantha decked me, announcing our ready table.After seating my beautiful date, I sat across from her, waiting.
Suddenly, a long dinner didn’t seem like such a poor way to spend our time together.
“Are you sure you want to hear about my weird past?”she asked.
“I do.”
“Well, okay.”She paused.
“Really,” I emphasized.
She blew out a breath.“Fine.You asked for it.The first dream I recall ever coming true happened when I was five or six.It was during the holidays, and I’d wanted a mini-baking set for Christmas.My sister wanted it too, but I dreamed about her getting a doll instead.I also envisioned a bunch of other presents under the tree, all unwrapped while we played with them.Low and behold, my sister and I received everything I’d seen in my dream.
