Free Sweet Surrender by Angel Steel Page A

and rolled her eyes. “Sure, Dominic. Have a good night.” she said, and then moved to get in the truck. Dom stood there in her yard, frowning.
    He hadn’t listened to anything she said, not really anyways. He had pushed her so far that she was going on a date with some other guy. As he watched the truck leave her place, he knew he needed to find out exactly what guy she was seeing. After memorizing the number plate, he knew the guy was local and he had seen the truck several times, but it hadn’t clicked as to who owned it. 
    Strolling towards his own truck, he jumped in. He needed to talk to Nate about that day coming up he had to have off. He wanted out of it, but there was no way. If he did, all the other clients would eventually stop requesting him. He didn’t want that, he just needed to do it and keep the client happy, as he always did. This client was going to be extra happy when they found out that Marcus would be there. He couldn’t understand why he was asked for specifically, since according to Lee Anne they had usually requested Marcus.
    Shaking that from his head, he pulled his truck away from the curb and drove to Nate’s workshop, ready for the conversation with him.

Chapter 9
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    J oey pulled his truck into a parking spot, jumped out and came around to Chantal’s door. Opening it, he lifted his hand to her, to help her out. Smiling at him, she gracefully got down, and after fixing up her dress, they walked towards the entrance of Raffinati’s. Joey opened the door for her, and she walked inside with him following right behind.
    They were instantly greeted by the Maître D. “Welcome to Raffinati’s. How may I help you?”
    Chantal stood nervously near Joey as he replied, “Hello. I have a reservation under Walker, for two.”
    She watched as the Maître D typed on her computer, obviously checking to see if he actually did have a reservation. Seriously, who would come in and pretend to have one just to eat, in here. She giggled, and Joey glanced over towards her. Smirking, he returned his attention to Miss ‘Fancy Pants’ behind the counter. “I’ll show you to your table, Mr. Walker.” She looked over Chantal, and frowned.
    What the hell is wrong with me? She followed behind as Joey trailed after the Maître D, who moved with an extra bounce in her step. Was she kidding, seriously? Am I invisible?
    Joey pulled out Chantal’s chair for her, and she smiled up at him as she sat down. He winked at her and took his seat, across from her. “Here are your menus. Your waitress will be with you soon.” The Maître D said, smiling towards Joey and glancing between the two of them. What is she waiting for ?
    “Thank you,” Joey said graciously and looked back at Chantal.
    Chantal grinned to herself. Ha! Take that. He’s not interested in you. She nearly laughed out loud as the woman huffed, and stormed off.
    Just as she was going to say something to him, their waitress arrived. “My name is Kelly; I will be your waitress for this evening. What drinks would you like to start off with?” she asked Joey.
    Not looking at the menu, he ordered, “I’ll have Chivas Regal 25 in a seven ounce glass on the rocks.” Nodding, she turned to Chantal.
    Picking up the menu, it didn’t take her long to decide what she wanted. “Can I please have a glass of Chateau Cap de Faugeres?”
    “I’ll return with your drinks soon.”
    After the waitress left, and glad this one didn’t try too hard to get Joey’s attention, she turned to face him.
    “So, how have you been?” She hadn’t actually had a conversation with him since that night he had rung her.
    Leaning back in his chair, he smiled. “I’ve been good. Not much has been happening, besides working long shifts at the bar. How’s everything with you been?”
    “Good. Actually, better than good. My shop will finally be open soon, crossing fingers,” she replied. Joey knew about her shop. He had discussed with her certain