His lips twitched. “Vanilla unappealing to you?”
“Too bland. I want something with a kick.”
His gaze met hers. “I agree.”
There seemed to be a lot they agreed on. Despite his unnerving raw sexual energy, oddly, she was at ease with Nick. He made her feel … well, normal. And even more than that, he understood her. He hadn’t batted an eye when she withdrew two alcohol wipes from her clutch and offered him one; he took it and immediately sanitized his hands. From tonight’s conversation, she suspected he, too, had some perfectionist tendencies that others found strange and even annoying.
Blake had. She pushed away the thought of Blake.
“Sin City Dark,” she read.
“Now, that sounds promising.”
“Sinfully dark chocolate lava cake made with Valrhona and a touch of spice,” she went on. “Well, that says it all, I guess.”
“One of those, then. How about the Jackpot Java Cloud?”
“Fluffy coffee bean mousse topped with decadent cocoa drizzle. Mm. Yes, please.”
“One more?”
“Threedesserts? We’re entering dangerous territory.”
“Walk on the wild side with me.”
“OK.”
“Poker Chip cheesecake—”
“Next!” She loathed cheesecake. It always felt like paste all over her tongue.
“Midnight Wedding Chapel Cherry,” he smoothly read on, not asking why she’d vetoed the cheesecake. “A velvety post-wedding delight, filled with sweet cream and studded with juicy Montmorency cherries.”
“Well.”
For some reason, the way he’d read it made Jannie’s cheeks growwarm. Good lord, the man could probably read off a Chinese menu and make it sound like a list of hot sexual practices.
Nick grinned. “I take it you approve of that one?”
“Sure.”
He nodded, summoned a server, and quickly placed the order.
He refilled her Pellegrino glass. “You’ve told me about your parents, your grandmother, your brothers, and your coworkers.” He captured her with those eyes that missed nothing. “But you know what I’ve heard nothing about?”
She shook her head.
“You.”
“What about me?”
He placed his hands flat on the table and leaned forward slightly. His cologne, fresh and woody, wafted to her nostrils. “You’ve said very little about yourself.”
She shrugged. “I went to UF for premed. Internship, residency … not much to tell. All I’ve done since you last saw me is work.”
“And your personal life?”
Oh, he was getting bold. “I don’t really have one.”
