Page 17 of Crave
“You said, ‘Let me call you.’”
My mouth fell open as I tried very hard to remember how Jamison and I had parted that morning.Shit, I did say that.I’d been afraid of what I felt for him. It was too much too fast.
“Good evening. I’m Brent, your waiter for this evening.”
My head felt floaty as I turned my attention to the tall and lanky waiter named Brent. Jamison’s explanation had left me breathless, and I was still recovering from that. I’d never tried to view what had happened from his outlook, only from the one that supported him being selfish and willfully letting whatever we’d been building collapse.
“Can I get you started with drinks?” Brent asked after spying our closed menus.
I already knew my order because I’d been dreaming of it all day. Only, I’d planned on scarfing down my burger and fries with a glass of wine while uploading new catalogs into the design app from vendors who sold furniture, lighting, and home-decor items that would better suit the choices we were making for Eden’s home.
“I’ll have iced tea, unsweetened, and truffle fries with a cheeseburger.” I restrained myself from ordering alcohol. I didn't want anything to lower my inhibitions.
“An Angus cheeseburger?” the waiter asked.
My mouth watered. “Just a big, fat, juicy cheeseburger with grilled onions, ketchup, and nothing else.”
Jamison smiled bemusedly at his menu. “I’ll have the T-bone steak with the house salad.”
“Anything to drink?”
“Just water.”
The waiter thanked us and walked away. We were alone again, and Jamison’s explanation hung in the air, ready for me to respond.
“By the way, I’m sorry,” I said.
He narrowed an eye. “For…?”
“My part in our demise.”
After a few beats, Jamison cleared his throat. “I have a proposition for you.”
“Okay,” I whispered.
“How about we forget the past? At least for tonight.”
I inhaled sharply. He was asking me to forget that his father and my brothers had a lot of contention between them.And what about his trip to Newport?I still suspected a woman was involved. At least, that was what my instincts were telling me. I could’ve been wrong.And what did he mean by “At least for tonight”?
“Are you still working for your father?” I asked, since Boomer was the real reason another attempt at relationship between us would be strained.
He looked away from me to scowl at the dark. “Yes.”
“What’s going on between the two of you?”
Jamison faced me, the sides of his sexy mouth turned down. “We shouldn’t talk about him either.”
I felt my eyebrows flit upward, and I forced myself to bite my tongue. I’d hit a nerve. The curiosity about what was going on between Jamison and Boomer was killing me. But I was one for respecting boundaries.
“Okay.” I was thinking of what else to say when the waiter interrupted us to serve my iced tea and Jamison’s water and then let us know that our dinner would arrive soon.
Then Jamison said, “So… interior designer, huh? I thought you would go into politics. You were good at having your brother’s back.” He chuckled.
“No, I was just…” I pressed my lips together.
“You were just…?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know, proving myself to my brother.” I held my breath as his gaze explored my face. “What?”
