chuckled. “Yes, I do.”
“I’m hungry.”
“Then we should eat.”
It was that simple. Within minutes, Nicole, Joel and Rafe were eating pizza. Tonight Joel was good with pepperoni and ate the slices after he plucked them from the pizza.
“What are your top three favorite things to do?” Rafe asked his son, fascinated by the young child that bore such a striking resemblance to him.
“Wii, reading stories and animals,” Joel said before he took a big bite of pizza.
“What kind of stories?” Rafe asked, hungry for more information about his son.
“I like the strawberry story,” Joel said, taking another big bite of pizza. “It has a mouse and a bear in it.”
Rafe nodded. “I haven’t read that one. I’ll have to check it out.”
“You can read mine,” Joel said. “But you have to give it back cuz it’s my favorite.”
“Okay,” Rafe said and smiled. “Thank you.”
After dinner and a cupcake, Rafe played Wii with Joel. Throughout the evening, he felt Nicole studying him. He suspected he was being graded. He didn’t really care what her opinion was, but he also knew that she could make it easier for Joel to adjust to having him as a father. If she fought him, he would still win, but it would be messy.
She was far different from the Tabitha he remembered. Tabitha had chattered a mile a minute and flaunted her body. Nicole appeared to think before she spoke. She wore a pair of jeans that weren’t too tight, but still faithfully followed the curves of her hips and her long legs. Her pink cashmere sweater gave more of an impression of quiet femininity than va-va-voom.
He wondered if she ever cut loose. He wondered what it would take to arouse passion in that cautious gaze.
“Time for bath and bed,” Nicole said.
“Oh, Mom,” Joel protested. “I want to play some more Wii. He’s a lot better than you are.”
Rafe chuckled then coughed to cover it.
Nicole threw him a sideways glance of amusement.
“I’ll come back and we can play again,” Rafe said to his son.
Joel studied him. “You promise?”
Rafe’s chest tightened with some emotion he couldn’t name. “I promise.”
“Okay,” he said and Nicole sent him upstairs to his bedroom.
She led Rafe to the door. “Thank you for not pushing.”
“That was just for tonight,” he said and turned to look at her. “I’d like to get together with you sometime tomorrow. There are things we need to discuss without Joel.”
To his surprise, she nodded. “I agree. I have several appointments in the morning, but I should be free by twelve-thirty.”
“We can meet for lunch at one of my brother’s restaurants. Peachtree Grill okay?”
“That will work.”
Still all business, he thought, and made a split-second decision to remind her that he was a man and she was a woman. He took her hand in his and rubbed his thumb against the soft underside of her wrist. “Thanks for working with me on this.”
Surprise and awareness flashed through her eyes. “You’re, uh, welcome,” she said and he removed his hand just before she would have.
He watched her rub her hand over her wrist as if it burned and felt a jab of satisfaction. The lady wasn’t as cool as she pretended.
Nicole felt her pulse pick up as she killed her engine just outside the restaurant where she was to meet Rafe. She took a deep breath, telling herself that she was reacting to the threat he represented, not his masculine appeal.
So he’d done well with Joel last night. That hadn’t been much of a test. A couple hours, she scoffed. That was nothing.
Grabbing her purse, she rose from the car and straightened her wool jacket, then walked toward the restaurant. A hostess wearing a short black dress and boots greeted her just inside the door.
“I’m here to meet Rafe Medici,” she said noticing that the restaurant appeared to be nearly full.
The hostess shot her a smile as she guided her around the corner. “Lucky girl. Come this way. Oh, look, the servers are swarming the poor guy.”
Nicole glanced up and saw three women dressed in short skirts and white blouses standing in front of the wooden booth where Rafe sat.
The hostess cleared her throat loudly. “Excuse me. Here’s Mr. Medici’s lunch date.”
Nicole wanted to correct the hostess. This wasn’t a date—it was more of an inquisition. All three female servers turned to stare at Nicole in envy.
“Enjoy your meal,” the hostess said and two of the servers left with her.
Rafe stood and slid his hand over hers for a sizzling instant. “Good to see you. What would you like to drink?”
“Coffee is fine,” she said, feeling her heart bump at the way he looked at her. She forced her gaze away from his as she sat on the leather bench.
“Cream?” the lone remaining server asked.
“No, thank you. I’ll take it black.” Mentally girding herself, she looked up at him and couldn’t help noticing how handsome he was. Heaven help her if Joel turned out this good-looking. She would be beating the girls off with a stick. It wasn’t just Rafe’s dark hair, attractive features and killer body that would weaken a woman’s defenses. It was the liveliness in his eyes and his expressive mouth. His sheer attentiveness would boggle most women. She needed to make sure she didn’t fall into that already overflowing group.
“How was your morning?” he asked, taking a sip of his coffee.
“Productive,” she said, surprised he would be remotely interested. “I visited three clients and coordinated some additional services for one of them. Also received a referral.”
“I’ve heard you’re well liked by your clients and that the medical community considers you a bit of a bulldog, but still respects you.”
“And where did you hear that?” she asked as her coffee was served.
“From a private investigator.” He shrugged. “Don’t waste your energy on outrage. You wouldn’t talk to me, so I had to find out for myself. Wouldn’t you have done the same if the roles had been reversed?”
The idea of having someone snoop into her business irritated her. “Would you say he’s good at what he does?”
“Very,” he said. “Why do you ask?”
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