The Way You Look Tonight (The Sullivans #10)

“Yes, they were.” His eyes were gentle as he said, “She had you.”

It took Mary a few seconds to push away the emotion his simple words evoked. “Do you have any sisters?”

“Nope, three brothers.” Her eyes widened at the thought of all that testosterone in one family as he asked, “Why do you ask?”

“Because if you had had sisters, you would have known that headstrong young girls and their mothers are rarely a conflict-free combination.” Feeling that she’d already said too much, and knowing she should change the subject before her emotions got the best of her, she asked, “Did you and your brothers grow up here?”

“Born and raised. I went to college locally, too, and haven’t really had much time to travel.”

“That’s another great thing about San Francisco,” she said, pausing in her extremely enthusiastic bites of pie, “between Chinatown, Japantown, the French Quarter, the Mission and North Beach, it’s like having the world at your fingertips. The people, the traditions, and especially the food.” He was so easy to talk to that she realized she’d gotten off track again. “What about your family? Are they all close by?”

“I wish. My oldest brother is up in Seattle with his wife and toddler. Another brother has a house in San Francisco but he is usually in a skyscraper overseas concluding another major business deal. My youngest brother is probably locked in his studio back east painting a masterpiece, and my parents are happily wintering in Florida.”

It amazed her how their conversation was so effortless and yet so totally full of sparks.

“What do you do?”

“I’m an engineer. I’ve been working on a product I invented for most of the past decade.”

Sexy and smart. Now that was a wonderful combination in a man, she thought as she took another bite of pie and ice cream. A cherry popped on her tongue, and the combination of sweet and creamy, warm and cool sent a soft moan of pleasure falling from her lips.

“You were right,” she said after she’d swallowed. “This is amazing cherry pie.”

Jack’s dark eyes were intense as they held hers and he agreed, “Amazing,” though he’d hardly eaten any pie at all yet.

“Help Me,” the hit single from Joni Mitchell, was playing from a portable radio set up in a corner of the diner. And with Mary’s heart pounding hard for a man she barely knew but already wanted so badly to know better, she felt as if Joni were singing about her.

Because after only fifteen minutes with Jack, Mary could tell that she was already falling too fast…with hopes about the future and worries about the past circling inside her mind and heart at the same time.

What if she didn’t let those worries imprison her this time? What if she trusted her instincts, the same way she had when she was a nineteen-year-old girl? And what if, for the very first time in a long, long while, she let herself believe that true love might actually be possible?

“A decade is a long time to work on one thing,” she said softly. “You must have incredible focus.”

“When I’m passionate about something and want it bad enough, I always make sure I get it.”

Her breath caught in her throat at the pulsing sensuality behind his statement. An impulse to lean close and kiss him wound through her, and she might have given in to it had she not noticed out of the corner of her eye that some of the other diners were pointing at her.

Mary wanted her first kiss with Jack to be special. So instead of a kiss, she simply leaned slightly forward to try to get closer to him across the bright yellow Formica table and said, “Tell me about your invention.”

She could tell he was pleased by her interest in his engineering career. She wanted to know everything about him—his passions, his dreams and his fears. And if things worked out between them, maybe she’d tell him about her passions, dreams and fears, too…something she’d never done with any man before.

He pulled something out of his pocket and placed it on the table between them. “We call it the Pocket Planner. It’s an electronic calendar and personal organizer. It even has reminders built in for the items on your to-do list. After a decade of trial and error, my two partners and I have finally not only got it working, but technology has made it small enough to be able to carry it around without a forklift.” He was even more gorgeous with the look of pride on his face.

“May I?” When he nodded, she picked it up and ran her fingers over the very interesting machine. “I think it sounds fantastic. In fact, I can think of half-a-dozen ways I could have used something like this in the past few years.”

He beamed at her. “I can’t tell you how glad I am to hear you feel that way.” She smiled back and was about to ask him more questions, when he added, “In fact, that’s one of the things I wanted to talk to you about.”

Mary felt her smile falter on her lips. Years of holding poses regardless of whether she was happy or under the weather were the reason she was able to keep it in place. “It is?”

Jack pushed his plate away in his excitement. “We’re hoping to get it onto shelves this Christmas, and there are thousands of units waiting in a warehouse already but, though the retailers like the product, they’re convinced we need to add some se—” he cut himself off “—mass appeal to it. As soon as I saw you in Union Square I knew you would be the perfect person to represent our product.”