smile further defined the lush curve of Kale’s mouth. Davia’s breathing had deepened and he took a chance on satisfying a bit more of his curiosity. Slowly he allowed his fingertips to drift ever so gently along the line of her cheek. His smile deepened when he discovered her skin felt as silken as it appeared.
He was rubbing a few tendrils of her clipped hair between his fingers when Davia’s lashes stirred to hint of her waking. Kale was cool in his retreat and had distanced himself by the time her eyes opened.
Davia woke with a small yawn and smaller frown as she worked to get her bearings. Finding Kale seated across the small aisle, she smiled.
“How long was I out?” she asked.
Kale raised a shoulder in a lazy shrug. “About forty-five minutes. We aren’t even halfway there so you’ve got time to catch a few more z’s if you want.”
Davia gave in to another yawn. “I think I’m okay now.”
“Get you a drink?” Kale offered, already pushing up from the swivel chair he’d occupied.
“Sure.” Davia’s face brightened with a cunning smile. “I need you to prove to me that you’ve got my beer on this plane.”
“Sit tight.” Kale was already bending to check the mini fridge behind the small bar in the rear of the cabin.
“It’s good to know we’ve got a reach all the way back east,” Davia noted.
“They were serving it at a party I went to out west,” he explained while silently admitting he’d have visited the brewery had he known earlier she was part of it. “How’d you get into that business anyway?” he asked, retrieving two bottles of the chilled brew.
“What?” Davia feigned an affronted look. “Don’t I look like a beer connoisseur?”
“No.” Kale didn’t blink when he gave the response unapologetically.
Davia took no offence and simply laughed. “It was just a funny idea some friends from college kicked around one night. One night long after college.” She laughed softer then. “We’d gotten together for drinks. The bartender gave us all funny looks when we passed on the wine. From there, the conversation took hold.
“We researched the idea. Then we actually thought we might be on to something and figured what the hell? Thanks.” She accepted the bottle from Kale.
“Anyway, we all got very devoted to making it a reality. That while devoting time to our real jobs.”
Kale’s rich laughter filled the cabin. “Wonder what the bartender would think if he could see you guys now?”
“I think his bar was one of the first places to start carrying the beer.” Davia raised her bottle to Kale in a mock toast before she took a swig. “I haven’t thought about that night in so long,” she said after they’d imbibed silently for a few moments. “The bartender didn’t even try to hide his surprise. I mean, why would he? We were a group of Cali girls out for a night on the town, so obviously wine would be on the menu.”
“Obviously.” Kale chugged down another swallow of the brew.
Davia sighed. “I guess it’s good to know I’m not the only one with the capacity to misjudge people.”
“Can I ask you something?” Kale said after another few moments of silence had passed. “How’d you figure out or how’d you...come to the conclusion that me and Tella...that we’d slept together? Did she say something to give you the idea there was or could’ve been something like that going on?”
“No, not really.” Davia straightened, pushing out of her comfortable position on the loungechair. She appeared suddenly stressed. “It was nothing like that.”
“So?” he prodded. “What was it?” He held the bottle poised while waiting on her answer.
Davia didn’t seem in much of a hurry to provide one. “When she sold to someone in pretty much the same business that I was in, I just...figured it had to be about that. I mean...I could’ve matched your offer, Kale. Could’ve beaten it.” She shrugged. “I just assumed you’d offered something I couldn’t match.”
Kale appeared thoroughly intrigued. He sat with his elbows to his knees. The bottle hung between his fingers and was almost totally forgotten. “But why would you think it had to be that and not that she was just too proud to sell to you?”
Davia helped herself to another swig of the frosty lager and realized he wasn’t going to let the conversation end until she confessed all. She decided to just say it and be done with it. “Kale, have you ever looked at yourself?”
He straightened, total bewilderment taking hold of his features. “Looked at myself?”
Davia only watched him. Patiently, she waited for her words to click. She almost smiled when he blinked as awareness began to dawn on him. She looked on in complete appreciation of the adorable element the reaction brought to his gorgeous features.
“Oh,” he said.
“Yeah.” Davia nodded succinctly and then gave in to her need for a smile.
“Should I be flattered?” he queried in a slow, uncertain manner.
“You wouldn’t be if you knew what I was thinking about you.” Davia enjoyed a swallow of the full-bodied beer.
“Wow.” Kale spoke the word reverently while stroking his smooth, strong jaw. “Guess I’ve now got some idea how women must feel when we men make assumptions based on their looks.”
“Well,” Davia sighed, watching the bottle while swirling the liquid inside, “if it makes you feel any better, it’s my first time making that kind of assumption about a man.”
“Any reason why I lucked out?” Once again, Kale seemed completely bewildered.
Davia couldn’t hold back her laughter over his cluelessness. She raised her hand as if about to offer a testimony. “Somebody get this man a mirror,” she groaned.
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