“I could have if that’s what you like.”
She smiled again and shook her head. “No, this Henley and jeans thing you got going on works well for you.”
“Not as fancy as those pictures in your salon window, but I figured it would work. This isn’t OverGrand,” he said, mentioning one of the most high-end restaurants in Barrum. Named because it overlooked the Grand river that rolled through the city, it did have a very awesome view.
She smirked. “OverGrand is, as far as I’m concerned, over-priced for their food. I know a lot of people like it, but I think it’s ridiculous for two people to spend over a hundred dollars for a meal out. I can get a really great steak at the butcher for less than twenty bucks.”
This made him grin from ear to ear. “A woman after my own heart.”
She raised her eyebrow. “Charcoal or gas?”
He shrugged. “I have it all.”
“I love the smell of charcoal,” she said.
“You should come over. I’ll cook you a real steak.”
“When it’s not snowing, sure. I’ll come over,” she said.
“No. This weekend.”
“Isn’t it too cold?”
He grinned. “Never too cold to cook on my grill. Besides, I’ll smoke a roast or something. Nice and slow.”
“Slow, huh?”
“Yeah. Slow is the best way…”
“I’ve heard that. Not sure I believe it.”
“What have you heard?”
“Quick. Hard, fast. Boom. Flip. Boom. Done.”
“Raw and red?”
“The only way,” she said, a twinkle in her eye.
Shaun wasn’t sure they were still talking about steak.
8
Holy Hell, I’m flirting, I thought to myself. I’ve been flirting for almost an hour. How the fuck did this happen?
I glanced at my wine glass. Was there something else in the red wine?
I had to wonder, because, well…
I took a second to look at my dinner companion as he took a bite of his chicken dinner.
I didn’t see anything particularly remarkable. Just after the whole steak conversation, I just kept, well, flirting.
It was weird.
I didn’t flirt.
If I started batting my eyelashes, I’m going to kick my own ass.
