“You got my full attention,” he said.
“You look hot,” she murmured, eyeing his black suit, black dress shirt, and black shoe boots. “But you won’t stay dressedfor long.” She waggled her eyebrows, leaned up and dropped a quick kiss on his lips before sitting.
He moved to the center of the horseshoe-shaped booth, slid his hand under her ass, and pulled her toward him. Her light-hearted laugh reminded him that even in the middle of chaos, there was good.
“Whatcha drinkin’?” he asked.
“Sparkling water with too many limes. It’s super tart. Try it.” She slid over the drink as the server appeared.
“Good evening, Mr. Santini, I’m Gracie and I’ll be taking care of you this evening. Can I bring you a drink? Would you like a bottle of wine with dinner?”
Greystone sipped Caroline’s drink and grimaced. “That’s intense.”
“I warned you.”
“Iced tea with lemon,” he said.
When she left, he regarded Caroline. “Are you workin’ later?”
“Muchlater,” she replied. “After I have my way with you, I’ll be all fired up, and ready to hunt me some killers. Why?”
“I’ve never seen you drink alcohol,” he said.
“I used to, but it’s been a while. What about you?”
“I don’t drink when I work and I’m pretty much always workin’. I don’t like catchin’ a buzz. My reaction time is shit and I can’t think straight.”
The server returned with his tea and lemon wedges, a bread basket with olive oil and freshly grated parmesan cheese. “Are you ready to order?”
“Do you need another minute?” he asked Caroline.
“I know what I want.”
He peered into her eyes. “Same.”
And he wasn’t talking about the food.
“Ma’am?”
“Eggplant parmigiana.”
“And for you, Mr. Santini?”
“Pesce spada.”
“A bottle of wine?”
“We’re good,” he replied.
The server collected their dinner menus and left.
He clasped her hand, kissed her warm skin. “How was your workout?”
Her pupils blackened her blue-green eyes while she watched him intently. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”
“Workout?”
“Fine, good.” He released her hand and she moved a tendril away from her face. “Yours?”
