Ruth gave the waiter her order and Nick was left there, staring up at the waiter.
The waiter who seemed sympathetic to his plight.
"Would you like me to go over the specials?"
He should have added the word 'again' to his question since Nick was fairly sure that he'd already explained the specials.
Instead, he looked over at Ruth and felt tongue tied again.
Ruth's smile wobbled a little, but not toward a frown.
She was on the verge of laughing at him.
He was too.
He was fairly sure he was back in his teenage years, but this time the woman across from him at the restaurant was as gorgeous as the Prom Queen. And he felt like he might keel over if she smiled at him again.
"Sir?"
"Uh," he saw her lift up a hand to cover her mouth.
He turned his head to the waiter who was barely holding back his own smile.
"I'll have what she's having."
The waiter nodded. "Excellent idea, sir."
Then he was gone and Ruth leaned in toward the table.
His mouth went dry as the neckline of her dress and the angle of her posture gave him a view of the tops of her breasts.
"This dress almost didn't make it out of the closet."
He sat up straighter in his seat, his gaze rising up to her face.
"I'm glad you chose it. It... You," he managed to wrangle his brain into a coherent thought, "look amazing tonight."
Ruth blushed and reached for her water glass. "Thanks, Nick."
She cut him a break because he'd probably said the same thing at least three times already. And it was likely to be more before the date was over.
"And I like your shirt." She looked down at his forearms again. Something she'd done a few times already.
As much as he liked the shirt Katie had picked out for him, he wasn't used to wearing shirts that buttoned at his wrists unless he was at a job site. He liked his movement room. It was thereason he'd unbuttoned his sleeves at his wrists and rolled up his sleeves almost to his elbows.
"You like the shirt? Or..."
She bit into her lip and her cheeks reddened even more.
"Guilty." She looked up at him through her lashes. "I'm weak for a good pair of forearms."
Nick leaned on the tabletop, knowing that his forearms were going to be displayed at their best.
Was he showing off?
Damn right!
He was shameless for her.
