“I can picture that,” Andie said with a grin. She pulled her gaze from Trenton to search the table. “Is there a bottle opener around here someplace?”
“It’s a twist off.” Trenton reached for her bottle, twisted the cap off, then flicked it into the garbage behind her.
“Thanks.”
He reached for one of his own and repeated the action. “What should we cheer to?”
A look of contemplation came over her face as she bit her lip. “How about new beginnings?”
“I like that,” he agreed, lifting his bottle to clink against hers. “Cheers.”
“Cheers.”
Trenton tipped back his drink. Too badhisnew beginning wouldn’t take place here. It was all the more reason to make the most of tonight. In fact, if he planned to stick around, getting involved with his lovely new business partner would be a big mistake. But if Andie felt the way he did, the two may as well have a bit of moonlit romance before he left.
“Twenty questions,” he said to her while lowering his bottle.
Andie coughed, pulled the rim from her lips and dabbed them with her fingertips. “Sorry.” She cleared her throat. “What was that?”
“Let’s play twenty questions. What’d you do before you moved out here?”
She looked at him like a deer caught in headlights.
“For a living, I mean,” he added, motioning to a nearby table. There was a fast jive song playing, and if Trenton was only going to get one dance with her, he’d prefer it was a slow number.
“I sold commercial real estate.”
“Ah, that’s cool. So…big LA shopping centers? Things like that?”
Andie lowered herself onto the bench and nodded. “Yes.” Was it just him, or was she…off? She dropped her gaze, running a finger along the rim of her drink while her leg bounced.
Perhaps he’d been reading her wrong all this time. Or maybe the chemistryhadbeen there, but she’d lost interest in him.
“Your turn,” she blurted. “Favorite food.”
He grinned. “Sweet or savory?”
“Both,” she said.
“Easy.” He leaned his elbows onto the table behind him. “Peach pie and barbeque ribs.”
“Just like that?” she asked, lifting a brow.
“I’m not terribly complicated,” he said with a laugh. “What are your favorites?”
She bit her lip in contemplation. “I’m a sucker for eclairs,” she said. “And as for the savory…” A grin spread over her lips. “Don’t laugh.”
Those dimples were going to be the death of him. “Why would I laugh?”
She shrugged. “I’ve eaten atonof fine foods over the years, you know? I even had a private chef to fix me pretty much whatever I wanted. But what I always crave most is grilled cheese sandwiches.”
He studied her for a bit, digesting the whole private chef thing. “You ever eat things like caviar and escargot?” He gave into a shiver.
Andie giggled. “Yes to the caviar. No to the escargot. Well, I take that back. I tried it once, for the sake of trying it, but just the once.”
“Not sure I’ve ever kissed a girl who’s eaten snails before,” he said.
That thin, rather delicate-looking brow lifted again. “Who said anything about kissing?”
