“I’m not lying.”
At least, I didn’t think so, or, at least, I hoped not.
He watched me for a while. Then he let me go but grabbed my hand, tossed the phone on the bed and pul ed me toward the door.
“Good, let’s get some food.”
Simple as that.
He trusted me.
Good God.
I yanked hard on his hand and tugged him back into the room. He al owed this until my fingers closed around my Fendi bag, then, we were off.
Chapter Six
Hank Speeds Things Up
Holding my hand the whole time, he took me to his black Toyota 4Runner, helped me in, swung in the driver’s side and off we went. He drove one-handed and natural, like he was one with the 4Runner. I was beginning to think I was seriously a freak because, for some reason, the way he drove turned me on.
Okay, maybe it was everything about Hank that turned me on.
“Are you a vegetarian?” he asked, thankful y breaking me out of my thoughts of him turning me on.
“I ate three pounds of meat for lunch at Jerusalem’s,” I answered.
“Combo platter?”
“Yeah.”
“Good choice.”
He drove me through what could not be considered the best of neighborhoods, though it also wasn’t the worst. He parked in a parking lot and I saw Denver’s light rail train slide by. The building he took me to looked like it had been yanked right out of a John Wayne western.
“What is this place?” I asked.
“Buckhorn Exchange, the oldest restaurant in Denver.
Great steaks.”
He held the door for me and I saw that the décor consisted largely of dead animal heads but somehow it seemed cozy, romantic and elegant at the same time. We sat at an intimate table for two with big, high-backed, comfy armchairs. Hank ordered a bottle of wine while I looked at the menu. It included rattlesnake, fried al igator tail, Rocky Mountain oysters and elk.
I looked up from my menu to Hank.
“Is the ghost of Wyatt Earp gonna walk through the door?”
He grinned at me, “Smart ass.”
“No, seriously.”
The grin deepened to a smile.
I shut up.
“Let me order,” he said and this surprised me. I’d never met a man who ordered for me before. I didn’t even know men did that anymore.
What the hel , when in Denver…