Liz Talley - His Forever Girl

“Or something. But we’re going with it, right?”

“Definitely. I’m having fun.”

The waitress arrived with their gumbo, and with unspoken agreement they dug in. The gumbo was decent and minutes later both cups were empty.

Graham pushed his bowl to the side. “So tell me about you.”

“Nothing special. Graduated from Carnegie-Mellon in industrial art design, work for my dad’s company and live in a loft in the Warehouse district. I ride a bike to work most days and I do the New York Times crossword puzzle every Sunday even if it takes me until lunch. I don’t have children, pets or a lactose intolerance. Big Italian family, no ties to mafia, though my brother likes to infer it.”

“The priest?”

“No, the surgeon.”

“Accomplished family,” he murmured.

“Exactly what my father expects. I’m the baby of the family and the only girl. I have three older brothers who excel at their careers, but I’m the only one who followed in my father’s footsteps.”

“Three older brothers?” He feigned loosening his collar.

She laughed as the waitress set huge po’boys in front of them. “You don’t have to worry. They’re all my size and busy with families. I see them only at Sunday dinner. Now Granny B, she’s the one you should worry about. She once accosted the mailman for being cheeky.”

“Cheeky?”

“Yeah, had something to do with Publishers Clearing House and apparently he didn’t take Granny B seriously. The woman is a menace.”

“But you love her,” he said as she crossed herself and then dug into her meal.

“That’s required, too,” Tess joked, but the warmness in her eyes said differently.

He picked up the sandwich and took a bite. “Oh, mmm.”

“Yeah,” she agreed wiping cocktail sauce from the corner of her mouth. “I forgot how damn good these are.”

Graham couldn’t stop thinking about how good it felt to be home...to be with this cool chick. He really liked her casual openness along with the mystery. Tess was like a box his grandfather once had. On the outside simple, smooth lines but once the key turned, the inside held carvings of exquisite beauty.

And he really wanted to open her.

And do bad things to her.

The waitress delivered the check and they both reached for it.

Tess grabbed the small purse she’d hung on the back of the chair. “Let’s split, okay?”

“I like to think of myself as a gentleman,” he said, reaching for his wallet.

“How are you not a gentleman? Really, I feel more comfortable splitting the check.”

“But next time I pay and we do this for real,” he said, surprising himself with the offer. But why not? He’d get her number and when he next came to New Orleans—whether it was in a moving truck or merely to visit his family—he’d call her.

“Deal. Next time we dine, I’ll wear an LBD and heels.”

No clue what LBD was and his face must have given it away.

“Little black dress,” she said.

“In the words of Ron, meow,” he joked.

They smiled at each other, possibility hovering over them.

“Want to have a drink at the Carousel Bar?” she asked. “It’s not far.”

He thought about his rental car and wondered how safe it was. He’d thankfully purchased rental insurance—this was New Orleans, car theft capital of the South, after all. Then he looked at Tess’s lips. She’d swiped them with lip gloss and he caught a whiff of strawberry or something similar. Yeah, he wouldn’t mind dessert. “Sure. I’m not ready to go back to my hotel room.”

Hotel room. That sort of sat between them.

This time Tess’s smile held a secret...and a challenge. “So don’t go back. Come with me instead.”

CHAPTER THREE

TESS LOOPED HER PURSE STRAP over her shoulder and wondered if it was a good idea to extend the impromptu date. As the person in charge of scheduling the Mardi Gras float rotations, she had a 9:00 a.m. meeting with the art director of Bacchus regarding the 2016 theme. Plus she had to start on the proposal she’d promised Miles Barrow, the captain of Oedipus, too. But, even though Graham had a kid and felt not so much her normal type, she had this crazy, weird connection with him. She couldn’t not go. “Let’s roll.”

They strolled out the door and down Decatur until they reached the street that would take them to the Monteleone Hotel and the infamous bar slowly spinning like a carousel. Through the windows she could see they weren’t busy. Monday night wasn’t ideal for partying in the Quarter, but New Orleans never felt deserted. The city still moved around them, lights flashing and the streetcar making a run down Canal.

They slid onto stools and ordered cocktails.

“I love this place,” she said, turning to him and trying to decide whether she wanted to take him home. It had been a long time since she had no-strings-attached fun with a hot guy.

“Yeah,” he commented with a self-deprecating smile. “I’m glad we extended the date. Feels as though we’re dancing around—”

“Hooking up?” She smiled, taking a sip of the drink sat before her.

“Is that’s what the young kids call it?” His gaze lowered to her lips.

“Oh, please. You’re gorgeous and single—don’t even pretend you don’t take a girl home now and again.”

“Me?” He grinned, with a shake of his head. “I’m just a lowly computer-geek-turned-engineer. My idea of a hot night is Dr. Who and a pint of Ben and Jerry’s.”

“Geek?” She snorted, taking in his perfectly tailored suit and frat-boy tie. “Even if you qualified, don’t pretend you haven’t been thinking about getting into my jeans.”

He jerked his gaze to hers. “Into your jeans? I’ve been thinking about how to get you out of your jeans.”

She mocked a shocked expression.

Graham’s eyes widened as if he might have gone too far. “I didn’t mean to imply—”

Tess laughed before pressing one finger to his lips. “Please imply. I’ve been pretty much contemplating the same thing. You without that jacket, tie and no doubt plaid boxers.”

“I’m wearing boxer briefs,” he drawled, his eyes dipping again to her mouth.

“Goodie,” she purred with a flirty smile. “I’m not used to hooking up with a guy when I’m this sober.”

She hoped like hell he didn’t think she was so capricious she’d screw any man who bought her a drink. She wasn’t. She expected at least two drinks. Laughing at herself and the sudden case of nerves, she picked up her martini and took a gulp.

“Is this what we’re doing? Hooking up?”

Tess glanced over at him. She didn’t want to seem too eager. Heck, she still wasn’t sure if hooking up with Graham was a good idea. It had only been at Christmas she’d dumped Nick. Maybe she needed to give herself some time...or maybe she needed to have a nice little rebound fling.

Or maybe this was neither of those two things. Maybe this was something more than just fun. Felt that way. Felt like magic. Felt like Graham was her perfect match. “Maybe.”

Graham watched her, his Nordic eyes sliding down and dipping briefly at her neckline. “I’ve wanted you since you told me Feliz was pitching for the Rangers tonight. I think we’d be fantastic together.”

Tess leaned toward him. “Wanna find out?”

His lips looked soft. She’d never thought such a thing about a man before, but at that moment she wanted to feel them on hers. Why not see if the tension between them was as electric as she suspected? Why waste time wondering what they could know in seconds?

Graham set down his drink and leaned close to her, pushing an errant strand of hair from the corner of her mouth. “You talking a little chemistry experiment?”