He shrugged a shoulder. “No, but I’m sure we can find something close.”
She thought about the food places in the nearby area. They were all fast-food.
This was their first date, damn it. Lexi didn’t want drive-through, she wanted a nice dinner. Something memorable. Something like...
“I know just the place.”
“Yeah?” Trevor’s dark brows rose with interest. “Is it close by?”
“Very.” Excited about the idea that had just formed, she held out her hand and smiled. “Come on. I’ll show you.”
Trevor placed his hand in hers, and Lexi had to force herself not to react. The feeling she got when they touched was nothing short of an electrical charge, and it was unlike anything she’d ever experienced before.
Maybe it was wishful thinking, but she could have sworn he felt it, too. It was there, in his eyes when he looked down at their joined hands and then back up to her.
Swallowing hard, Lexi quietly whispered, “Follow me.”
Without another word, she turned and led him out from behind the counter and to the left...through the kitchen’s dual-swinging doors. Though, she hated to, Lexi let go of Trevor’s hand and turned to face him.
“We’re here.”
Confusion filled his face. “Uh, Lex. This is the kitchen.”
“I know,” she grinned. “Here,” she went to the sink and grabbed the metal stool Joe sometimes used to help his back when he was washing dishes. Setting it near the stove where she’d be working, she patted its seat. “You sit here, and I’ll take care of everything.”
Trevor grinned suspiciously as he sat down. “What are you up to, angel?”
Lexi couldn’t help but laugh at his befuddled expression. “You’ll see. Oh! I almost forgot. Do you like wine?”
“I do.”
“Red okay?”
He gave her a slight nod. “Red’s fine. But, Lexi, what are you—”
“Don’t worry about a thing. I’ve got this under control.”
Walking over to the commercial-size refrigerator, she grabbed the large handles with both hands and pulled the doors open. The rush of air that hit her heated flesh was a shock to her system, but she welcomed it.
She used the stolen moment to draw in a deep, calming breath. Feeling this nervous was silly, but it had been a very long time since she’d cooked for anyone but herself, and didn’t want to screw the night up any worse than she already had.
After moving a few things around, Lexi pulled the chilled bottle of merlot from the fridge and went over to one of the many utensil drawers. After some digging, she found what she was looking for.
“I didn’t know Joe’s served wine.”
Lexi smiled as she screwed the opener into the top of the cork. “We don’t. I keep a bottle in the back of the fridge, just in case.”
“In case of what? A wine emergency?”
She chuckled, twisting the opener. Looking as though she meant business, she said, “Hey, you joke, but that’s actually a thing.”
When she glanced over at him, she was rewarded with a heart-stopping smile.God, just look at him.
With one boot on the floor and his other heel propped on the stool’s bottom ring, Trevor’s legs were set casually apart. Lexi couldn’t help but notice how the denim stretched perfectly over his toned thighs. It took everything she had not to look directly at the bulge between them.
She licked her lips nervously and continued opening the bottle. “Gina and I will sometimes have a glass before heading home after a long day.”
Pouring some for each of them, Lexi handed a glass to Trevor. “Here ya go.”
