me about it on Friday.”
“Twins. That seems like it could either be fun or crazy-making.”
“Both. It’s completely both. She knows how to rib me like no one else, but she’s awesome—we’re great friends. We play on a co-ed softball team together with some of my buds.”
“And since she told you about the app, does that mean you told her about me?” I can’t resist fishing. Hearing these details is like drinking a feel-good elixir.
He smirks, his eyes twinkling. “I might have mentioned you at lunch on Friday. And, let’s see, how did she put it when I gave her the story?” He stares at the ceiling like he’s trying to recall the conversation. “I believe she called me pathetic and commanded me to try the app, at which point my buds seconded her, saying something along the lines of ‘Do it, do it now.’ Like I said, I felt pretty dumb for not getting your number that day. I wanted to, then my phone rang, and it was my kid’s school, and I had pickup that day. But let’s not talk about exes or schedules.”
The elixir spreads to every molecule in my body, setting off a buzz. I love that he’s confident enough to pull back the curtain, to let me see the details of how this date came to be. “You’re normal. Human. Hey, I didn’t ask for your number either, and I should have. But look on the bright side—you have terrific friends.”
“I do.” He leans closer, shaking his head almost like he’s surprised at something. “You have gorgeous eyes, Bryn.” He holds up a hand helplessly, like he can’t quite believe those words came out of his mouth. “I hope you don’t mind me saying that.”
My skin tingles. My stomach flips. “Like many people, I enjoy compliments, and I especially enjoy them from men that I really wanted to see again.”
“Good. Then let me add that you look absolutely fucking stunning tonight, and those boots are incredible.” His gaze roams over me, and I embrace the compliment, kicking one high-heeled leather-clad foot back and forth.
“And you look as good in jeans and a Henley as you did in a suit.”
“Thanks,” he says with a grin, pushing up the sleeves of his Henley the slightest bit.
My eyes pop when I catch sight of his skin. “Nice ink.”
His gaze drifts down to a lotus flower design on his forearm, as if he just remembered it was there. Running a thumb across the pattern, he grins. “It’s sort of new. I got it a year ago. Always wanted ink though.”
“It’s beautiful and manly at the same time. I love it,” I say, reaching to touch his arm. His breath hitches when I run my finger along the intricate curved lines. “It looks good on you. Really good.”
Who is this bold woman inhabiting me? This woman hasn’t come out to play at night like this in some time. But this daring woman is me. This is how I am at work, and it’s thrilling to be this way with a guy too. To be direct, to tell him what I like.
That voice of worldly wisdom chimes in.
Don’t be afraid to go after what you want.
Oh yes, Mama, I am going after it. I don’t need a man, but do I ever want this one.
He hooks his thumb toward the door. “Would you like to just go home with me right now?” He’s laughing, but I can tell he means it. I can tell, too, that he’s not pressuring me—that he’s simply putting his cards on the table, and I like that.
But while I kind of do want to go home with him, I’m not ready to strut out of here yet to do the horizontal tango. “Why don’t we have that drink first, and maybe a little later you can ask me that question again?” Gently, I kick the toe of my knee-high boot against his leg, exposing more of my thigh thanks to my short skirt. “We’ll see if you still get the answer I would have given you now.”
He mimes grabbing a pencil, writing something down. “Note to self: ask Bryn a very important question in a little while,” he mutters as if to himself.
I set my chin in my hand, and I meet honesty with honesty. “I told my friends about you too.”
The corner of his lips curves up. “Is that so?”
“One of them called you Mr. Lunch Box.”
He laughs, dragging a hand through his hair. “Nicknames are