And yeah, again, of course he was that fucking guy who, even though his car was maybe thirty feet from mine, he walked me to mine before he went to his.
I mean, he wasn’t the motherlode, he was a lot more than that, even though I didn’t know what that was.
No.
I did.
He was the freaking Holy Grail of boyfriends.
However, after we exchanged a kiss, and I was about to open my car door to get inside, he stopped me by curving an arm around me.
I turned back to him.
“I’m thinking Geordie’s. Maybe Steak 44,” he said.
“Sorry?” I asked.
“Or we could make it a thing and do Binkley’s.”
My breath caught.
“Binkley’s?” I breathed.
“I’ve always wanted to do one of those one-sitting, chef’s-set-menu gigs,” he said.
I’d always wanted to as well, especially if it was at Binkley’s, a restaurant I couldn’t afford, but I’d been dying to go to it since I heard about it.
“After your thing is done with the Angels,” he stated. “We’ll plan a night.” He grinned. “Wear heels.”
He was talking about doing a “special night.”
And yes again, he was that guy who would mention such a thing to his woman and then follow up on it.
And another yes, I was beginning to reel at how awesome he was (I mean, was there anything more elusive than the Holy Grail? Yes, a fantastic boyfriend!).
And even though all this went through my head, I was stuck on his grin.
He’d woken me up while grinning.
And now we were saying so long for the day, and he was grinning again.
It was fabulous.
It was gorgeous.
And after knowing him for ages where he barely smiled, it was coming out more often.
A lot more.
He gave me sprawling, safe in my sleep.
I gave him that.
And I was oh-so-totally going to take it.
Even so, it pissed me off, possibly beyond reason, what had taken that gorgeous grin away.
Sure, it was Denise.
