Page 15 of Wild Pitch
His smile widened, and dammit, there was that crinkle in his eyes. I would do anything for him to level his gaze upon me, and that fact should scare the piss out of me. Just a simple look is all it took.
My hands shook a bit as I reached for the glass of water and sipped it.
“I ordered a bottle of red wine. Does that work for you?”
“Yes, thank you.”
Just then, the waiter came back with the bottle of red wine. He opened it, allowing Luc to have a taste. Once Luc nodded, he poured us two full glasses of wine before setting the bottle on the table and leaving us.
I sipped the wine, the flavor exploding on my taste buds.
“Like it?” Luc asked, dialing into my reaction.
“I love it.”
“I know we’re at an Italian restaurant, but this Paso Robles Cabernet is one of my favorites.”
“California?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“Have you ever lived in California?”
“Say you Googled me without saying you Googled me,” Luc responded.
“Sorry, I like to make the most of the information available.”
“Any reservations?” he asked.
“Other than you being out of my league?” I asked with a huff.
“As much as I don’t want to have theex talk, maybe we need to?”
“Maybe.”
His agreement to discuss his past reassured me; at least he understood how his ex-wife’s fame would make it difficult for me.
“Skylar and I were married for almost ten years. We split because the direction of our relationship was no longer heading towards a future we both agreed on.”
“Did you want children?”
Pain sliced across his face, and I wanted to withdraw my question.
Luc swallowed forcefully. “It didn’t happen for us.”
I felt there was more of a story, but I also understood that while he answered truthfully, he didn’t plan to elaborate. And it was definitely something that still stung.
The waiter returned to take our order, and I apologized because I hadn’t even looked at the menu.
“Would you like some calamari?” Luc asked, and I nodded.
“We should at least look at the menu to be ready when he returns.”
“Oh, I figured that out before you arrived. Chicken Piccata.”
“Okay, is it time for me to admit I checked the menu online, and I’m going to have the mushroom risotto?”
“What would you do in the time before internet searches?” he asked with a wicked grin.
