Come Away with Me
Page 6Whoa… change of topic.
“Yes.” I think I need another margarita if this conversation is about to take the turn I think it is. I signal to Miss Flirty and without asking him order him one too.
He raises an eyebrow. “I didn’t think you did portrait photography.”
“Why did you think that?” I ask with a frown.
“Because you said so this morning during our most unusual meeting.”
“Oh, that’s right. I don’t do traditional portrait photography.” I clear my throat and look around the bar, anywhere but at him, praying he doesn’t ask his next question, and grimace when he asks anyway.
“What kind of portrait photography do you do?” He looks confused.
I take a deep breath. Crap.
“Well, it varies. Depends on the client.” I’m nervous again. I don’t tell many people about this side of my photography business; I find that most people are too judgmental, and it’s honestly no one’s business but mine and my clients’.
“Look at me.” His voice is low and serious, and he’s not playful anymore.
Shit.
I look into his eyes, and swallow.
“You can tell me, Natalie.”
Oh, he’s so… sexy. And nice. Is that possible?
“Perhaps one day I will. When you tell me what you do for a living.” I smirk and kick him under the table and his mood immediately lifts.
“So there’s going to be a ‘one day’?”
Oh, I hope so! “If you play your cards right.”
“Sassy little thing, aren’t you?”
“I’d like to learn, Natalie.” And there is that serious face again, making me squirm.
“You’re quite the charmer, aren’t you?”
Luke grins, his wide, gorgeous grin. I smirk again, and finish my third drink.
My head is getting fuzzy and I know I’d better stop with the alcohol.
“Another drink,” Luke starts to call for Miss Flirty, but I shake my head.
“I’d better go back to water.”
“Of course. More water for my lady friend and I, please.” The overly friendly
waitress
saunters
away,
deliberately swaying her hips, hoping to get Luke’s attention, but he’s staring at me, ignoring her.
“What kind of movies do you like?”
Huh? Is he asking me out to the movies?
“I don’t watch a lot of movies.”
He tilts that beautiful head to the side and looks at me like I just told him that pigs fly. “Really?”
“I don’t have a lot of time for it.”
“Who’s your favorite actor?” He smiles, and I feel like this is some sort of test, but I haven’t been given the study notes.
“When I was a teenager I loved Robert Redford.” I shrug.
Luke looks like he’s been kicked in the
stomach
and
I’m
suddenly
embarrassed. Then that beautiful face transforms into his smile and his eyes soften as they take me in. “Why? Isn’t he a little old for you?”
I giggle. “Yes. But I saw The Way We Were with him and Barbara Streisand when I was fifteen and fell in love with Hubbell. He was dreamy. I don’t pay a lot of attention to movies.
There’s too much drivel out there.”
Luke laughs. “Drivel?”
“Yes! If I see a trailer for one more stupid vampire movie, I’m going to kill myself.”
He frowns again, looks around the bar and back to me, his eyes narrowed and apprehensive.
“What? What did I say?”
“Nothing.
You’re
just
very
Why does he want to know my age?
“Twenty five. You?”
“Twenty eight.”
“So, you’re old then.” I giggle.
“You have a great laugh.” His eyes are shining with happiness and I mentally hug myself again, forgetting to be nervous and I realize I’m just really enjoying him. He’s just so easy to talk to.
I check my watch and gasp at the time. We’ve been sitting here for three hours!
“I should go.” I smile up at him.
“We’ve been here a long time.”
“Time flies when you’re with someone beautiful.” He leans over and grabs my hand and I am so caught up in his spell right now. My eyes focus on his lips and he licks them, making me squirm. Before I know it, he retracts his hand and I’m left feeling frustrated and missing the warmth of his touch.
“Right back at you.” I put my sassy smile back on my face and reach for the check.
“Oh no. That’s mine.” Luke pulls the check from my fingers and digs out his wallet.
“I’m happy to pay for my own drinks.”
He glares at me, and I’m stunned that he looks genuinely mad. Whoa.
“No.”
“Okay. Thank you.”
His smile is back as he says, “You’re most welcome.”
Luke settles the bill and we head back out onto the sidewalk. He hastily puts his sunglasses back on, and is visibly aware of who’s around us. My heart flips as he takes my hand and we start to walk toward my car.