He glanced at her, his expression serious. “You’re wrong.”
“You were just a kid.”
“Some things never change.”
“It’s a great line.”
“Maybe, but it’s also the truth.” He flashed her a smile. “You’re going to have to trust me on that.”
“I don’t trust so easily.”
She spoke without thinking, then wished she could have called back the words. Not exactly first-date conversation, she told herself.
He took her hand in his and brought it to his mouth. After kissing her knuckles, he placed her fingers back on her lap. “Not to worry. We’ll go as slow as you need us to.”
Something she was a lot less sure about than he was, she thought. She got that this was a game to him, but there were also flashes of sincerity. So, which Kyle was real? Or was he like everyone else on the planet—not any one thing, but a combination of traits that were both good and bad?
He drove around the island and across the bridge. Once they were on the mainland, he headed south. A few miles later was the turnoff to the restaurant.
He drove up to the valet. Nina made sure both feet were on the ground before throwing herself up and out of the low car. Kyle circled around and guided her into the building.
The sun was still relatively high in the sky, and from the foyer, they had a view through the restaurant, out onto the water. The setting was perfect, she thought, once again aware of Kyle’s hand at the small of her back. Soft music, white tablecloths on tables, quiet conversation.
The hostess, a petite twentysomething, walked toward them.
“Hello,” she said, her gaze on Kyle. “Welcome to Marianna’s.”
Kyle winked at her. “We have a reservation,” he said and gave his name. He leaned toward Nina and pressed his lips to her ear. “I asked for a table by the water.”
She shivered at the erotic sensation of both his mouth touching her and the warmth of his breath. The hostess shot her a death stare, but Nina was too busy thinking Kyle was out of her league to much care.
With the age difference, she should be the one taking charge, sexually. But obviously that wasn’t going to happen. She could only hope he was making an effort to seduce her, because if this was all unintentional, she was in trouble.
The hostess led them to a table by the window. She flashed Kyle a smile, then lightly touched his arm, but he didn’t bother with another wink, and she left with a sigh.
Kyle moved the menus to the side of the table and leaned toward Nina.
“Thanks for coming out with me,” he said, gazing into her eyes. “You know, I’ve been planning this night since I was twelve.”
A line that made her want to roll her eyes. “You’re not serious.”
He smiled. “I loved the shirt you wore all the time, the one with little white starfish on it. When you bent over to pick up my sister, I could see down the front of it. You painted your toenails red. The color was called Cherries in the Snow. Your favorite song that summer was Cher’s ‘Believe.’”
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