“You know what I mean.” Quentin squeezed my hand. “I’m very fond of you and there’s a risk to that, as you’ve seen. You could have been killed the other night.”
“That’s also true of you.” I lifted my brows. “You were the one in a gun battle.”
“Saving you.”
“That was wonderfully old-fashioned of you.” I glanced over my shoulder. A suit of armor was displayed with a plaque stating the knight who’d worn the armor was killed when he and his horse got stuck in a bog. “That guy died playing the knight.”
“It’s a dangerous job.”
“I know.” My face flushed. “Do you think there's actually something here? Something that could last?”
“Is this the opening line to awhat are wetalk?”
“I didn’t mean it that way.” I placed my free hand over his. “I know we’re exclusive.”
“We are?”Quentin asked.
My eyes narrowed. “You’re teasing me.”
“Maybe.” Quentin picked up his phone, his expression deadpan. “Let me check my calendar. Ah yes—Saturday dancing with Susan. Sunday drinks with Samantha. Monday is Marta for bowling. Taco Tuesday with Teresa at Ricardo's. Wednesday is—” He looked up at my face and burst out laughing, the soundrich and unrestrained. “Oh, you should see your expression right now.”
“You’re not funny.” I smacked his arm. “I’m trying to be serious.”
“I’m not seeing anyone else, Julia.” He gave me a grin. “I’ve been with you every night this week.”
“So, we’re kind of serious, then?”
“Let’s not put a label on it, okay?” He squeezed my hands. “I think things are going great but it hasn’t been that long since we met. In my line of work, well…”
“You think I could be working undercover for the FBI?” I snickered. “That’ll be the day.”
“Stranger things have happened. I knew a guy who knew a guy. Undercover for four years and three months. Building a RICO case.”
“Sounds likeDonnie Brasco.”
“Yeah, great flick, by the way.” Quentin sipped his Negroni. “I’ll admit I have a fondness for Johnny Depp. That guy can play a gangster.”
“And a pirate. You know one of my hobbies is watching mafia movies?” I said it casually. Normally, I didn’t divulge this tidbit about myself because it led to awkward questions.
“No?” Quentin’s brows went up in surprise. “I took you as a fan of chick-flicks.”
“Don’t get me wrong, I love Julia Roberts. And not just because we share an awesome first name.Pretty Woman. Runaway Bride. Notting Hill. Eat Pray Love.”
“Let me test your love of mafia movies.”
“Go ahead.” I adjusted everything on the table so it didn’t look like we were about to take leisure and dining magazine photos. “I’m ready.”
“Johnny Depp roles.Black Mass.”
“He played Whitey Bulger, a Boston mob boss. Too easy.”
He raised a brow. “Okay.Public Enemies.”
“John Dillinger.”
“Blow.”
“Not a mafia flick, but Depp played George Jung, a drug smuggler who worked with a cartel from Colombia.”
