“Holy. Fuck.” She gulped the remainder of her vodka tonic, immediately holding the glass in the air and searching for a waiter. I burst into laughter.
“It’s good to see I haven’t lost my edge.”
“No, you’ve still got it. Damn, girl. Does he have a brother?” She threw up her hand. “How would you know?” She joined in my laughter, her entire face lit up.
At least I hadn’t lied. It was exactly what the man had been like.
Although I could say even more, including that his mouth and tongue should be considered weapons or that his fingers were those of a piano maestro.
Or that he was masterful at everything he did, including the number of orgasms he’d sent through my body. However, that was just gloating. So I bit my tongue.
“Seriously. There’s no need to worry about me. It was a onetime experience that I’ll enjoy over and over again in my mind.”
“You would. And you’re going to rub my face in the fact you had a glorious time while every man I meet on a scale of one to ten is a minus eleven.”
“Maybe you need to broaden your horizons and date some of those criminals you help prosecute.”
“So what delicious coffee did he bring?”
Now I wrinkled my nose. “From Indulgence.”
“Ugh.” She looked at me sheepishly. “Although I admit their mocha Frappuccino isn’t half bad.”
“Traitor.”
“Wait a minute. You selected the restaurant,” Tilly chided.
“Yeah, so?”
“So that’s Indulgence right across the street. You were hoping lightning struck twice. Weren’t you? Now, I’ll call you a conniving little bitch.”
Shrugging, I grabbed my wine, allowing my gaze to drift to the entrance of the restaurant. Maybe I was hoping to accidentally run into him again. Although I doubted lightning would strike twice. “That’s not what I’m doing.” Sighing, I continued sipping my wine.
A jolt of electricity tore through me and I sat up in my seat.
“What’s wrong?” Tilly immediately followed my line of sight. “What are you looking at?”
Oh, my God. It was him. The shimmer of lights over the festive entrance provided a perfect highlight, accentuating his broad shoulders. Well, maybe it was him. He certainly wasn’t looking in my direction.
“Nothing’s wrong. I just thought I saw someone I knew.”
Tilly half stood, craning her neck. “The guy in the dark suit going into Indulgence?”
“That’s the one.”
“Is that him?”
“Maybe.”
She whistled. “Go talk to him.”
“You were worried he was a horrible criminal determined to do something heinous before. Now you want me to run across the street and throw my arms around his neck?”
“Maybe not that obvious, but yeah, you only live once. He looks hot even from behind. I mean you can tell he has a great butt.”
“You’re incorrigible.” Just then he turned, now chatting with someone who’d come up behind him.
I hadn’t realized I’d stood until I was leaning over the railing separating the patio tables from the sidewalk.
