Page 5 of Bratva Past

“I fixed cars. You?”

“I helped people.”

He laughed.

“Do you love working on cars, Flynn?”

He smiled at her. She was flirting, and doing a bad job of it, and he couldn’t help but be completely captivated by her. She was so beautiful.

“Yeah, I do, but do you really want to talk about cars?”

Lucy pressed her lips together and shook her head. “I’m sorry. No, I don’t. I mean, cars are great and they get people to where they need to go and all, but I have no interest in them.”

“I don’t expect you to.” He chuckled.

“But I also don’t have a clue what to talk about.” She nibbled on her bottom lip, and he saw this wasn’t her attempting to be coy. She was nervous. “Can I tell you something?”

“You can tell me anything.”

“I’ve never been on a date. I don’t know how any of this works.” She looked a little in pain, and it was so cute to see.

“No dates?”

“None. I mean, men have asked, and they’ve been kind of cruel about it, but no, I’ve never been on dates. I’m kind of flying blind here.”

He looked at her and then reached across the tabletop. “You’re not the only one.”

“You’ve never been on a date?”

“Never needed to be.”

“I find that hard to believe.”

“Why?”

“You’re ... well, you know, you’re you, and I know a lot of women would be very attracted to what you do.”

He laughed. “Are you trying to tell me, Lucy, that you find me attractive?”

She pressed her lips together but didn’t voice her opinion. She simply nodded her head.

“Good, because I find you attractive as well.”

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This was going well, wasn’t it?

Lucy found him attractive, and he found her attractive. This was a good sign, but she didn’t know what else to discuss. What did people talk about on dates? She watched movies, read books, but they were always a little far-fetched, and she didn’t want to appear boring. This was so ... scary. She didn’t know what to do. She’d never had time to talk to her mother about dating, or even her father. This was hopeless, and she hated it.

“So, uh—” She was saved by the timely arrival of the hot wings. Never in all her life had she been so glad to see some hot wings. They looked delicious.

“They smell great,” Isaac said.

She looked over at him and saw that he’d already grabbed one and taken a bite out of it. Seeing no reason to dillydally, she grabbed a chicken wing and did exactly the same. The spice was insane, but that was the way she liked them.

Lucy couldn’t help but moan. “These remind me so much of the ones my mom used to make.”

“Your mom enjoyed cooking?”

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