Page 70 of Situationship
Then she rested her elbows on the table and leaned in, the movement tugging her tank just enough to officially fry his brain.
He pulled his chair out and took a seat. Pushing the menu and wine list aside, he leaned forward until—
Damn if she didn’t smell amazing. For the rest of eternity, cinnamon would give him a hard-on.
“What kind of guy are we talking?” he asked.
“I’ll let you know.” But her gaze flickered to his mouth, long enough for him to know that he might be that kind of guy. That, in itself, was intriguing. Then there was the fact that she was flirting with him.
His gaze paid it forward, only doing more of a lingering sweep, and this time she caught him taking in the gap at her neckline. Righting her tank, she sat back.
What a shame.
Before she looked away, a flash of sexual awareness flickered in her whisky eyes. “So, what are we drinking?”
“Lemonade with something a little stronger. I know martini glasses aren’t your thing, but I figured since we’re celebrating, it was fitting.” She lifted her glass. He touched the rim, noticing that hers was untouched. Either this was round two, or she’d waited for him.
“What’s the occasion?” He hoped they were celebrating with another kiss. Blond, curvy and gorgeous, she was his type to a T. But it was that girl-next-door sweetness that slayed him.
“Me time,” she said. “Maddison has the kids, I have a night off, and you’re the person I want to spend it with.” Her face was lit with so much excitement it was contagious. “Harley landed us another corporate client.”
“Harley, huh?”
“Yeah. She’s been going around town lining up clients for regular orders. Restaurants, cafés, even the Lighthouse Hotel.”
He couldn’t help but smile. “That’s amazing.”
“She did it all on her own and she didn’t even tell me. She didn’t even want credit. I only found out because Delores spilled the beans. She’s really come through for me. Not just with the business but with the kids. I’ve been so busy focusing on how much she drives me crazy that I forgot how great she is with people. She’s charismatic and her playfulness draws people in and puts them at ease. She’s always been that way.”
“Sounds like you’re a good team.”
Her smile was a little surprised and a whole lot warm. “I guess we are. She’s terrible in the kitchen and I need a lot of work in the people department. When it comes to people skills, public perception, and targeting customers, she runs circles around me. Although she still drives me crazy at times.”
“Siblings are supposed to drive each other crazy. Ethan is always trying to tell me how to run my life, and don’t even get me started on his wife. The two of them treat me like I’m still a troublemaking seventeen-year-old kid.”
She shifted closer until they were eye to eye. “I thought you were a pretty amazing seventeen-year-old, and I like the trouble we got into.”
“Were?” he asked, his voice gruff. He studied her face, caught between his memories and the present, knowing that this was the do-or-die moment, when they either bridged the gap between them or remained merely neighbors.
“Are,” she whispered.
“Go on,” he teased, and she laughed.
“You mean about my big celebratory moment?”
He sat back with a chuckle. “That too.”
This time when she laughed, he found himself smiling like an idiot.
She caught him up-to-date on the whole story of how she and her sister were finally working as a team, and how she’d forgotten just how much she loved her sister—and how they’d been torn apart at a young age but managed to find their way back to each other.
“I can’t believe anyone would tear siblings apart.”
“When I was a kid, I never questioned it. But now that I have the twins . . .” She shook her head. “I’d rather live next door to Frank than sever that bond. Sisterhood is a sacred thing that my parents broke, but I think ours is strong enough to eventually heal.”
“I’ve watched you two together these past few months.”
She gave an uncertain laugh. “You’ve watched us fight?”
