because that would be so obvious. “I think Elsie wouldn’t mind. Thank you.”
“No, thank you,” he said, looking at her with those marvelous eyes of his. “Do you like Italian?”
She nodded. “I love Italian, yes.”
He opened his mouth, hesitated. “Good. Italian it is.”
There was a tension between them Elizabeth knew someone could cut with the proverbial knife.
“Italian it is,” she repeated, taking a deep breath.
“You can pick the movie. As long as it isn’t a courtroom drama. I always want to start shouting at the screen when they get it wrong. I might embarrass you, not to mention getting us both thrown out.”
“Thanks for the warning. I’ll look for a comedy.”
“Good idea.” He stepped closer to her. “I’ll pick you up at six. We’ll eat first and then go to the late show.”
“Sounds…sounds like a plan.”
Would he just do something? Talk, not talk. Move, not move. Kiss her, not kiss her. Something!
“I had a very good time tonight, Elizabeth,” he told her.
“And that surprises you?”
He ran a hand through his hair, mussing it in a most appealing way. “You figured that out?”
She nodded. “I just haven’t figured out why you invited us.”
His eyes shifted slightly, but then he looked at her as if he didn’t have a secret in the world. “You haven’t looked in a mirror lately?”
“Oh.” Well, there’s an answer that will go down in history! “I…I wasn’t fishing for compliments. But…but thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” Will said, and then he movedeven closer, and Elizabeth knew what was coming next. He was going to kiss her. She’d been out of the dating game for a lot of years, but she recognized a move when one was being put on her.
She lifted her face so that she could meet him halfway. If nothing else, curiosity was winning out.
“Mom? Mom! Can I get out of bed? I’m thirsty!”
Will stepped back. “I thought it would take fireworks to wake up those kids.”
“Or the sound of a pin dropping on cotton. They have an inner sense that tells them when I’ve just slipped into a bubble bath or I just picked up the phone to call my mother—that sort of thing. I don’t know how they do it, but they do it. I’m sorry, Will.”
“I should be going anyway,” he told her, heading for the door. “Practice is at nine tomorrow morning.”
“Mom!”
“Yes, I’ll…we’ll see you then. And we did have a wonderful time tonight.”
She closed the door behind him, fought the urge to lean herself up against the wood and sigh a girlish sigh and then headed for the cabinet to get Mikey a glass of water. No, she should make that two glasses of water, or Danny would be sure to ask for one. And then, with them both awake, they really needed to brush their teeth and get into their pajamas and…
She nearly dropped the glass when she heard the knock on the door.
“It’s only me, Elizabeth,” she heard Will call through the door.
“Uh…it’s open?”
He stepped inside, holding on to the pair of child booster seats. “I figured you might need these,” he said, putting them down on the table.
“Oh, yes, of course. I’m sorry I didn’t think of that. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Oh, and one other thing.”
Elizabeth gripped the glass tightly. Here it comes. He’s going to kiss me. What do I do if he kisses me? Close my mouth? Open my mouth? Fall on the floor in a dead faint?
Will walked past her to lift the lid on the cookie jar. “I thought I’d take one for the road,” he said, holding up a cookie like some sort of prize. “See you tomorrow.”
“Yes…see you tomorrow,” she echoed, lifting her hand to give him a small finger-wave.
This time, after the door closed, she counted to ten, waiting to hear his car move off down the drive.
Then she sat down in one of the kitchen chairs and laughed until Mikey padded into the room to remind her he was still thirsty.
Once back on the main road, Will used his