left his mouth, our eyes fell upon each other, this handsome man’s incredibly sexy gaze holding me captive. One that was unapologetically covering my entire body.
Despite the wave of heat moving across my face, I was frozen.
And suddenly, the connection between us was broken when Emily squeezed my arm and said, “Are we selling these brutally uncomfortable seats for seventeen hundred dollars”—her eyes widened, moving to each of the girls before returning to me, signaling that was her preference—“or are we going to sit here for only an hour and then leave, like we planned to all along?”
Caleb came in closer, resting his hands on the table. “I have an idea.” His eyes were aimed at me. “How about we buy you a drink while you think about it?”
“Is it too early to tell you I love you?” Emily teased.
The redhead held up his left hand, showing a gold band around that important finger. “You’re about five years too late in doing that.” He nodded toward Caleb. “But that one is as single as they come.” He checked the screen of his phone and held it up to his ear as he said, “Smith, how’s Dubai?” before he walked away from the table.
“Please excuse Joe,” Caleb said, his eyes still on me. “He can be a little on the aggressive side.” He held out his hand. “I’m Caleb Hunt.”
“Whitney Scott.”
“Whitney,” he repeated, as though he was testing the way it felt on his tongue, in a voice that sent chills down my body. His long fingers enveloped mine, his strength something I wished I could borrow every time I needed to lift my patients. “It’s nice to meet you,” he continued, slowly releasing me to introduce himself to the other girls before eventually asking, “Now, what can I get you ladies to drink?”
I showed him my fresh beer. “I’m good for now.”
“Not me,” Emily replied, holding the bottle to her lips, chugging until it was empty. “I’ll have another.”
Rebecca asked for one as well.
Fiona was the last to respond. “Me, too, and I’ll even get you a waitress.” She held up her hand, calling one over to give our order.
“While we ponder your irresistible offer,” Emily said, “tell us everything there is to know about you, Mr. Hunt.”
He laughed, running his hand through his hair, the shade of a dark roast. His smile was spectacular because his lips were so full, his teeth perfect.
“Boston native,” he began, “thirty-three years old, graduated from Tufts, and I work in finance.”
“And single,” Rebecca emphasized.
“That too,” he agreed.
Emily leaned across me and said, “Caleb, what does one need to do in finance to have that much cash in one’s wallet?”
He licked across his lips, a move so casual but he made it look extremely seductive. “I’m a financial advisor.”
“What did I miss?” Joe interrupted, putting his hand on Caleb’s shoulder as he rejoined us.
“Is everything all right with Smith?” Caleb inquired.
Joe nodded. “He was just checking in.” He then glanced at each of us. “So, do we have a deal?”
“I have a better idea,” Emily replied, a grin growing across her face. “My friends and I are only going to be here for a little bit, grabbing some of their tacos and a few beers before we go outside to watch the race. How about we score you guys some seats, and you can join us and foot the bill? My girls can drink but definitely not seventeen hundred dollars’ worth.”
“That’s a hell of a deal,” Caleb said. “I’m in.”
“Hold on, my friend.” Joe’s focus moved from Caleb to Emily. “I’m curious … how are you going to get two extra chairs? I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but this place is standing-room only.”
“We have this little thing called a connection,” Fiona taunted.
Emily smiled at Fiona and then at Joe. “Do we have a deal?”
“We certainly do.”
The waitress came to our table with a large bucket of beers, and Rebecca said to her, “Hey, Jules, keep those coming, and please grab some seats for the guys.”
“You got it,” Jules replied.
I felt Caleb’s eyes on me and shifted in his direction just as he said, “I’ve given you my bio; now, it’s your turn.”
“My turn?” My brows rose as I hid the shyness I was suddenly feeling. “I’m not nearly as interesting as you.”
“Let me decide that. Give me three things I would never guess about you.”
“Hmm.” He was putting me on the spot, his attention causing my brain to stop working, not knowing which