I felt something funny and looked across the restaurant.
A man was staring at me.
When he caught my eye, he smiled.
I knew that kind of smile, and fortunately (this time) it wasn’t one that told me he’d seen me somewhere on social media in all my glory tearing Chad a new asshole at our wedding or some other hijinks I’d gotten up to.
But unfortunately, it was an even worse kind in this scenario.
For God’s sake, he was with a woman, and I was with a man.
I glared at him, shifting my eyes pointedly to the woman he was with and back to him before I turned again to Dair.
But he was looking over his shoulder at the man.
And then he was putting his napkin on the table and sliding out of the booth.
Dear Lord, what was he doing?
“Dair.” He couldn’t help but hear me (this was a tiny place), but he didn’t pause in moving toward the man’s table. “Alasdair!” I snapped, trying not to be too loud but needing to stop him.
It didn’t work.
I sat helplessly, not knowing what to do, as I watched Dair stand at their table and say things. The man’s face was white as a sheet. But as the woman gazed up at Dair and heard what he had to say, her face got red as a beet.
Dair finished and strolled back to our table. But even if he was a big guy who took up a lot of space, I didn’t miss the man leaning toward the woman, reaching her way and talking fast. Nor did I miss the woman’s straight back, the angry line of her shoulders and the infuriated shakes of her head.
So when Dair slid back into the booth, I leaned forward and bit, “What did you do?”
“I told him to keep his eyes on his woman and off mine. And if he smiles at you again, like he did or in any way, I was going to knock his teeth down his throat.”
That was insane!
“You threatened him?”
“Are you sitting across the table from me?”
“Yes.”
“Did we share an amazing kiss this morning?”
Gah!
“Yes, Dair,” I sighed.
“And is he with a woman who is obviously not his mother or sister and making eyes at mine?”
“You could have just ignored it,” I suggested.
“Why?” he asked, sounding genuinely surprised I’d suggest such a thing. “That wasn’t for his benefit. It was for hers. She should know.”
She should.
Totally.
It stunk that he was right.
“Well, you didn’t have to threaten him,” I stated.
