Forever Curves - Piper Sullivan Page 0,1

reject me off the bat. Turns out, Eva thought so too, so it wasn’t hard to get her to do things this way.”

“Your way you mean,” I shot back.

“Same thing,” he said in a dismissive tone that was lightened by his playful grin.

“I don’t like feeling lied to, Grant.” I had a long dating history that was littered with liars, cheaters and thieves and I was trying to break that habit. “But I do love a good barbecue, and that’s why I’m staying.” That, and no matter how hard I fought it, the chemistry between us was undeniable.

“Whatever the reason you decided to stay, I’m happy to have the prettiest dinner date in the restaurant.”

I rolled my eyes. “I already said I was staying, no need to lay it on so thick.” I looked good and I knew that, but there were at least four more beautiful women enjoying the barbecue.

Grant’s deep laugh sounded, rich and well-used, like he was a man who loved to laugh and did it a lot. “Don’t have to lay it on thick when it’s the truth. So Brenna, what are we drinking?”

I stared at his handsome face for a long moment, taking in the honey colored skin that made his light brown hair darker and his green eyes brighter. The dimple in his left cheek, was unfortunately, the deciding factor. I was a sucker for dimples, and with Grant sitting right across from me, I couldn’t remember why I’d been fighting dating him for so dang long. “Let’s start with a shot of whiskey and see what happens.”

“A woman after my own heart.”

I smiled politely at his words, but I let them roll off my bare shoulders because it was just a saying, something people said when they had something in common with another person. This was just about a good time.

“Good to know.”

We drank whiskey and ate too much barbecue while we both flirted outrageously. So far, it was the perfect date. “You know Brenna, if you really wanted to lose my interest, you should’ve ordered a salad.”

“Ha! All men say that, but they don’t mean it. Not usually.” I’d heard this line on more than one occasion only to find out six months later that it wouldn’t kill me to order a salad once in a while.

“Well I mean it, so you can take me at my word.”

“Does that mean we have time for dessert?” There was a sundae brownie that was calling my name, and since I didn’t eat out at fancy restaurants like this often, I wanted to take full advantage.

“Actually, we don’t.” Grant sighed, realizing he’d walked himself right into a trap of his own making. “We do, but the second part of the date might not be as fun if you’re full of fudge.”

He laughed again at my shocked expression. “I’ve seen you order the fudge croissants at Bread Box at least a dozen times, Brenna.”

“Oh. Well, maybe stop being such a stalker?”

Another rich, textured laugh that sent a shiver straight through my body. “I prefer to think of it as observant.”

And dammit, I liked the thought of being observed by him. “I’ll go freshen up, then, but this next stop better be worth skipping fudge for.”

“It will be. I promise.”

I took promises from men with a grain of salt but my heart pitter-pattered with excitement as I slicked on more Red Red Wine lipstick and gave my blond hair a much needed fluff. So far I had no complaints about the date or my companion. Grant was intense with his interest but otherwise easygoing, which was pretty damn irresistible in my book.

This is just a date. Only a date. I needed the reminder, especially when I found him waiting for me with a dark, sultry stare as I sauntered back to the table. “Ready?”

“I was born ready, sweetheart. The question is, are you?” He stepped in real close and I could smell the masculine scent of his cologne mixed with the hint of something I just knew was pure Grant aroma.

I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat and took a step back. “Only one way to find out.”

He smiled as if my answer pleased him and put one scorching hand to the small of my back to guide me from the restaurant. “Follow me.”

With that deep voice of his, I would probably follow him anywhere. But where he took me next, my absolute favorite thing in the world to do other than hair, sent