softly. The soft green dress had caught his attention the moment she’d opened the door, and he’d been watching it flair around her, wondering at the elegance she presented and how many more surprises she had in store for him. She was beautiful. Her face had healed, and while she still looked thin, there was color in her face and life in her eyes tonight.
She flushed. “Thank you.”
He gently slipped her long hair free from the collar of the jacket.
After she locked the front door, Jennifer walked beside Scott to his car, an expensive sports car. He held the passenger door, and Jennifer slipped inside. Her car was comfortable and dependable. This car was pure luxury.
“How does Italian sound?” Scott asked, looking over at her inquiringly.
“I love it,” Jennifer replied.
Scott nodded as he started the car. “I know a great place.”
Jennifer began to relax. Scott drove well, and she found it was a relief to be able to sit back and let someone else manage the traffic. They shared a comfortable silence, rather than the strained one she had feared.
“I’ve been looking forward to this evening all week,” Scott said, breaking the silence.
Jennifer looked over at him, and a chuckle escaped. “The week was that bad?”
Scott gave a slight smile. “I’ve had better,” he admitted.
He reached down and turned on the radio, his eyes not leaving the road. Jazz. Jennifer grinned. Okay, at least they had music in common. He clicked the volume down low. She studied him as he drove and wondered what had made his week so rough. She would have to ask him later. She liked a great deal the fact he was not threatened by the silence between them. She wasn’t one to chatter, and silence gave one time to think.
They arrived at the restaurant he had chosen, and the parking lot was crowded. Jennifer had heard of the place, but had never been here before. Scott found a place to park and clicked off the ignition. “Stay put,” he told her with a smile. Jennifer took a deep breath as Scott came around the car to open the door for her. She forced herself to smile. It was not Scott’s fault that her stomach was beginning to turn in knots again. This was a date, a real, honest to goodness, date. She had conveniently forgotten that fact. Scott offered her his hand to help her from the car, clicked a button on his key ring and all the car doors locked. He offered her his arm. Somewhat embarrassed, Jennifer accepted. He was picking up her nervousness and his smile was kind.
“Relax,” he said gently.
“Sorry, Scott. I hate first dates,” she admitted, then wished she hadn’t.
They were almost across the parking lot. He squeezed her hand. “I know what you mean. Trouble is, you can’t have a second one without it.” As they reached the door, Scott’s arm moved down to around her waist and Jennifer found the touch both disconcerting and comforting. He kept it there as they were escorted by a smiling maître d’ to the table Scott had reserved. The restaurant was elegant, the tables spaced for privacy, the lights slightly subdued. Scott helped her slip off the jacket, held her chair for her. He took a seat across from her. Jennifer forced herself to meet his eyes. She knew she was flushed, her face felt hot. All he did was offer a soft reassuring smile. He handed her a menu. “The veal here is very good. As is the quail.”
Jennifer nodded and gratefully dropped her eyes to the cloth-covered book that was the menu. She opened it. No prices.
“Jerry, there are no prices in this menu.” Jennifer nearly giggled. “Do you suppose everything is free?”
Jerry just smiled and motioned the waiter over. “Could we have two coffees please?” He didn’t need one. Jennifer did.
His wife had had too much champagne.
He wasn’t annoyed. Far from it. She had been petrified of attending the party their publisher had hosted for several writers introducing new books for the Christmas season. She had gone despite the fear and done a magnificent job. When they left the party shortly after eleven, it was with the knowledge that several nationwide bookstore chains would be prominently displaying their seventh book. Their agent, Ann, had sent a bottle of champagne to their hotel room with her congratulations. Jennifer had drunk three glasses. Jerry, who knew Jennifer had been too nervous before the party to eat, had wisely escorted her to the hotel restaurant. She needed to unwind.
“Jerry, let’s not do that again, okay?”
“You did a great job, honey.”
“I have a headache.”
“Too much champagne.”
“Too many people,” Jennifer replied. “Did you see the lady with the diamond necklace, the one with six strands?”
“Lisa Monet. Her last four books have been on the bestseller list,” Jerry replied calmly.
“She was beautiful.”
“She couldn’t hold a candle to you.”
Jennifer smiled. Her husband meant it. “Thanks.”
“Sure, beautiful. Want to go dancing after we eat?”
“Could we? It’s awful late.”
“This from a lady who thinks three in the morning is a perfect time of day?” Jerry kidded gently.
“Only if Thomas decided he wanted to keep talking.”
Jerry smiled.
The coffee arrived.
“Jen, have you decided, or would you like some more time?” With a start, Jennifer realized Scott was addressing her.
“The veal, please,” she replied, trying to cover the lapse of concentration.
He signaled the waiter, gave their order, having chosen veal for himself. “What were you thinking about?” he asked.
Jennifer blushed. “Jerry and I were at a restaurant much like this in New York a few years ago. I had forgotten that memory.”
“There’s no need to apologize,” Scott replied gently. “What took you to New York?”
“Our seventh book came out about Christmastime. The publishers held a party for all the authors with new books coming out. A way to generate some publicity.”
“I seem to remember reading that that book was very popular.”
Jennifer nodded. “It sold well.” That’s why we decided we could start thinking about starting a family. She couldn’t prevent the look of pain that fleetingly crossed her face.
The salads arrived before Scott could question that look.
They ate in comfortable silence.
“Tell me a little about your family, Jennifer. Do they live around here?”
Jennifer set down her crystal water glass. “My parents died a few years ago in a car crash. I have one brother, older than me. Peter
