Page 48 of Love Undiscovered
“Wasn’t he with the Beatles?” Harley asks.
I have to laugh. I was never a Beatles fan, but I love Paul McCartney and the Wings. And to me, they far eclipsed anything the Beatles ever did.
“Yes,” I say. “But don’t let that turn you off his music.”
“What’s wrong with the Beatles?” Remi asks.
“Everything,” I say.
“What if I tell you they’re my favorite?”
“Then we are going to have a problem, darlin’,” I say.
“They’re not,” she says. “I just wanted to see what you would say.”
“What music do you like?” I ask. “Besides the song ‘Misty Blue?’”
“You remembered,” she says.
“It was barely twenty minutes ago, sweetheart,” I say.
“I know, but it was a little thing, easily forgotten.” She looks touched that I remembered. Sometimes it’s so easy with women I have to wonder what kind of idiots they had in their past who didn’t remember what they liked or tended to their needs. Those guys just pave the way for the rest of us. Then I remember Alex was the last guy she dated and I laugh.
“What’s so funny?” she asks.
“Nothing,” I say.
“Did I say something to amuse you?” Her tone quickly going back to frosty.
I lean over and whisper into her ear, “It’s important for a man to listen to his woman.” She stiffens when I say ‘his woman,’ but I continue anyway. “And to remember what she says. So, I wondered what kind of idiots you dated before who didn’t remember those things. And then I remembered one is sitting across the table from us.” I let my lips brush against her ear lightly as I talk, feeling gratified when she shivers.
“Oh.”
I give my attention back to my steak and finish it quickly, feeling borderline uncomfortable after.
Remi finishes her scallops and dabs at her mouth primly. “I’m going to use the restroom if you don’t mind.” I stand and pull her chair out for her, clearly surprising her, if the wide-eyed look she gives me is any indication.
“I’ll go with you,” Harley says. Alex attempts to stand and do the same, but she’s too fast for him and ends up just bumping into his thighs with the back of her chair.
I wait until they are out of earshot before I start talking. “Date two is on the books, brother. You scared?”
“Nope,” he says. But the look on his face doesn’t match the confidence in his voice.
“Do you know what I’m going to use the money for?” I ask.
“What?”
“I’m going to hire one of those billboard trucks that drive around town and it’s going to sayAlex Fields is a chump.”
He laughs. “Fuck off, dude.”
“So, hey, in all seriousness, it seems like it’s going good with Harley. You good?” I ask him.
“Dude, she’s amazing. She plays X-Box Live, she’s hot, she can talk about anything.”
Except for the brilliance that is Paul McCartney and the Wings.
“Have youLady and the Tramp’d her yet?” I smirk.
