Page 21 of Lunar Diamonds
No. He still stood there, smiling, the perfect cupcake of a man.
Please let this be a meet cute.
“Someone was in a hurry,” he said.
I giggled. “Did she spill your drink?”
“No. As I was saying, I didn’t get your name. I’m Drake Parish.” He offered me his free hand.
“Riley.” We shook hands, his skin deliciously soft.
“Witch,” he added.
“Both of us,” I chirped.
He chuckled, the sound like hot honey.
Yeah, hot honey dripping down my chest, waiting to be licked off by a certain piece of man candy.
“Indeed,” he said, his eyelashes perfect fans. “How about a drink before you take to the stage?”
“Sounds great.”
He turned, gently moving through the bodies, thanking everyone who stood aside for him. So gentlemanly, so classy.
Where was the twist? Would he turn out to be a complete arsehole after a few drinks? A killer? Or even a shadow witch looking to use a librarian for his blood ritual?
He reached the bar first, offering his hand to guide me the last few feet. I took it, going with the flow, butterflies swooping in my belly.
Was this really happening?
I wriggled up beside him, getting Lucy the barmaid’s attention to put in an order.
“On me,” I told him.
Drake. I liked that name. Riley and Drake. Yeah. Went together in my head. But I must tone down the googly eyed crap immediately.
Play it cool.
“Danny said all drinks are on the house for you,” Lucy answered.
“Oh.”
“And him.” She nodded at Drake.
“Thank you,” Drake said, his voice making me quiver.
“You didn’t have to do that.” He was taller than me, so I had to look up slightly. Six-two to my five-nine?
Lucy handed us our drinks.
A surge of bravery moved through me. “So, tell me more about yourself. Are you from Coldharbour?”
“No. Just passing through.”
Damn.
“I’ll be heading home tomorrow,” he said, picking up his new glass.
