His Forever Girl (New Orleans' Ladies #4) - Liz Talley Page 0,2
smiled at her.
God, his smile was good.
No, not good. Sexy. And not just sexy but up-against-a-wall-naked sexy. Tess was certain she’d seen such a smile only twice… and the aftereffects had resulted in its moniker. Though up-against-the-wall-naked sex wasn’t as hot as it sounded. Required a lot of balance.
“Ugh, baseball?” Ron groaned but lifted the remote. “The only thing good about baseball is the way the players look in those tight pants.”
“I’ll concede that point,” Tess said, dragging her purse over, telling herself she moved closer to the man only because it gave her a better view of the TV.
“That’s what all the ladies say,” the stranger said. So was that a message to Ron? Or to her? “And, uh, I guess some guys.”
Ron found the right station. Texas was up 5–2 in the third inning. The Rangers’ designated hitter was at the plate, swinging and missing at low and inside.
“Shamburg’s gonna throw that pitch at him all night,” Tess said.
“A lady who knows baseball.” The man looked pleased at the revelation. But, really, there were lots of girls who liked baseball. Okay, maybe not lots. But others.
“I’m not obsessed but I watch.”
Ron nodded. “Yeah, she keeps stats.”
The stranger raised an eyebrow. “Really?”
“I like the Astros best,” she said, tugging a notebook out of her purse. “I’ve gotten into a habit of studying batting averages and making predictions. My brother was a bookie during his college years and paid me to help him. Old habits die hard… and now I like the whole challenge of dissecting the game.”
“Bookie? Does he still—”
“Nah, he’s a priest.”
The man’s laughter made her stomach twitch. He looked even better laughing and the bar lights caught the rain droplets in his dark hair. Her hand rose to wipe them away, but she caught herself in time and instead lifted the pen, jotting down the starting pitcher and his ERA.
“I’m Graham.” Hotness extended a hand.
“Tess.” She tucked the pen and pad into her purse and took his hand. It was damp but warm. “Nice to meet you.”
Now that they’d introduced themselves she definitely wanted to keep the conversation flowing but couldn’t come up with a topic. Maybe more baseball?
“Hey, there. I’m Angela,” a woman drawled from behind Tess.
Graham spun on his stool. “Oh, hi.”
The woman who’d earlier tucked her hair and put on lip gloss stood behind them with a gleam in her eye. Like a predator.
Graham pulled at his tie.
“Would you like to join me and my friends? We’re celebrating a promotion, and we’ve ordered stuffed mushrooms and smoked oysters.” Angela gave Graham a come-hither gaze that made Tess shift on her stool. Jeez, the woman was good.
Graham looked ambushed and his eyebrows lowered a fraction. Tess could almost hear the wheels creaking, turning, churning, trying to figure out how to respond to the overt invite.
“Well, I’ll take some of those stuffed mushrooms,” Tess joked.
Angela shot her “the look”—the one that said something needed to be stuffed, and it wasn’t the mushrooms.
Graham looked like a man who had swallowed a lemon. Okay, maybe not that uncomfortable or sour, but Tess could tell he didn’t want to go with Angela and couldn’t say so without being rude.
Aw… he was a sweet guy. Tess should help him.
“Actually Graham and I have been catching up,” Tess said.
A few seconds tripped by and finally her handsome stranger nodded. “Yeah, it’s crazy and such a coincidence, but Tess was my blind date to Sadie Hawkins back in high school.”
If Graham said they went to Sadie Hawkins together, they went to Sadie’s together. “Small world, huh? All because he asked Ron to turn to the Rangers’ game.”
Graham gave Angela a small regretful shrug and then gave his attention to Tess. “You know, stuffed mushrooms would be good before we go to dinner.”
Dinner?
Well, all righty then.
“Sure, that sounds good,” Tess said, with a sunny smile.
Angela stood there for a moment, looking unconvinced. Graham turned back to her. “Thanks for the offer, Angela, but I don’t want to crash your girls’ night out. Go celebrate, and I’ll send a round of drinks for you and your friends.”
Angela issued a fake smile. “That’s sweet of you.”
“The least I can do after that nice invite.”
“Send the waitress. She’s been on break for fifteen minutes and we’re empty,” Angela said to Ron before sashaying to her friends.
“Aww…you’re the nice guy my mom’s been begging me to find,” Tess cracked, admiring the way Graham’s dark hair brushed the collar of his white dress shirt. The tugging at his