Spells A Bayou Magic Novel - Kristen Proby Page 0,29
fresh water.
“Of course,” he says. “They were planted all over Salem. Never affected me.”
I smirk and pet a soft petal. “I love this color. It’s happy. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” He moves behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. He plants a kiss on my bare shoulder, right next to the silk of my dress. “This is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in all of my lifetimes.”
I made the right choice. “Good.” I turn to him and kiss him lightly. “That was the goal. Now, I hope you’re planning to feed me, because I’m starving.”
“I have a reservation at Café Amalie.”
“Excellent. That’s my favorite place.”
“I asked Brielle where I should take you.”
“At least that’s one thing you don’t already know about me.”
“The restaurants in the Quarter were vastly different a hundred years ago,” he says with a laugh, and I just stand and stare at him.
“Were we here a hundred years ago?”
His face turns serious, and he shoves his hands in his pockets. “Yes. And if you don’t want me to speak of those things, I’ll stop. I don’t mean to scare you or make you uncomfortable. It’s just nice to be able to talk about it a bit. I’ve never been able to before.”
“It doesn’t scare me,” I assure him. “It’s a little startling at first, but I like knowing. I want you to be able to talk to me, Lucien. Especially when it comes to matters that pertain to us. And this certainly falls into that category.”
“Thank you.” He leans in to kiss my forehead. “Now, as much as I’d like to keep you here all to myself and worship every inch of your body, I think we should go on our date.”
“I don’t mind staying in.”
His smile is quick and pleased, but he just takes my hand and leads me toward the door.
“Meow.”
“Don’t wait up.” I wink at Sanguine and follow Lucien outside. We walk down to the sidewalk, and I stop and frown. “Where’s your car?”
“Right here.” He points to a little Porsche convertible with the top down. It’s white with a red interior and makes my mouth water. “I thought we could take this little girl out tonight.”
“Jesus, Lucien,” I mutter when he opens the door for me. “The blood business must pay well.”
He walks around the car and sinks in next to me, then roars the engine to life.
“It doesn’t do badly,” he says with a wink. I hold my hair back with my hand as he takes off, and then close my eyes, enjoying the breeze as it flows over my skin. I’m an air sign and have always been able to manipulate the air around me. I love the way it feels.
As I don’t live far from the Quarter, it’s not long before we’re parked and walking into the restaurant where we’re seated in the courtyard.
“Good evening, I’m Joe, your waiter tonight.”
I can’t stop looking at Lucien as Joe rattles off the specials, gives us recommendations, and then leaves with our wine order, thanks to the man sitting across from me.
“Is something wrong?” he asks.
“Nope.” I look down at the menu and try to get my libido under control. “I usually get the Brussels sprouts. They’ve managed to make a mediocre vegetable taste like candy.”
“That’s a must then,” he agrees.
“And I’ll probably do the fish special.”
I close the menu and set it aside. I’m fidgety. Finally, Lucien reaches over, takes my hand, and links our fingers. I immediately calm. The current of electricity that runs between us could spark a fire, but just like earlier when we were in the car at the house in the bayou, I’m wrapped in cool calm.
“There’s no need to be nervous,” he says. “You’re with me, and I’m the safest place you’ll ever be, a stór mo chroí. Let’s just enjoy this meal at this lovely restaurant and let me pine after you for a while.”
“You say some sweet things,” I say. “But by all means, pine away.”
Dinner was delicious and romantic. Lucien shared bites of his chicken with me, and I fed him pieces of fish. We laughed and talked about our careers and our goals there.
It was a very normal first-date dinner.
“Do you feel up to a walk?” I ask when we return to the car. “Not through the Quarter, but down at Audubon Park? It’s a lovely evening, and I bet the old oak trees will look amazing as the sun sets.”
“Of course,” he says and immediately drives us six miles