outfit.â
âAw, come off it. I said I jumped at the chance to see you again; I didnât say I had any advance warning. You think I dress like this for a date?â
âIâm not dressed well, either,â she admitted.
âWhat, you kidding? You look like a million bucks.â
âThis is a second-day suit,â she explained. âSomething I wear on the job. Not at all appropriate for private socializing.â
âWell. I didnât want to say anything, but you do look a littleâ¦starchy.â
âOh, thatâs good,â she said earnestly.
âYou should get yourself some jeans and a few T-shirts. Maybe some aâ those, what do you call themâ¦the rubber sandalsâflip flops!â he finished triumphantly as the words came. âRed ones.â
âOh, no.â
âOh, yes.â He leered at her in a friendly way and beckoned to the waitress. âSo, how long do you think those two are going to need to do it?â
This time she did knock over her water glass, then sat in embarrassed silence until the waitress cleaned up the mess and departed. âIâuhâthatâs really none of myâourâconcern.â
âGod, you act like you never had to do a discreet vamoose while the princess got some mmm-hmm.â He raised a fist to eyebrow level and wiggled it back and forth.
âItâs not part of my job description,â she replied stiffly.
âI bet you could write a book filled with all the shit you do that isnât in your job description.â
âI would never .â
âOkay, okay, calm down, I donât have a book contract in my pocket. Listen, I figure, two hours should do it. I mean, Iâve got to get up early tomorrow for work. And I bet you do, too. And frankly, Shel canât be that good.â
âWhatâwhat is it you do?â
âIâm a hunting and fishing guide.â
âOh, how interesting.â
âYeah? Because you sounded less than thrilled.â
âIâm so sorry. I didnât mean to. Itâs justâ¦Iâm from Alaska. Hunting and fishing is a primary way of life for most people.â
âOh, yeah? So itâs like a guy telling you he sells copiers or whatever?â
She smiled. âSomething like that.â
âSo, whatâs your dream dateâs dream job?â
âWe shouldnât be talking about this. Your job is fine. Honorable. Itâs fine. Itâs really fine.â
âCome onâ¦fess up. Whatâs your future husbandâs dream job?â
âThatâs private,â she said primly.
âStripper? Candygram guy? Cop? Palace guard?â
âItâs none of your business, Mr. Grange.â
He beat the table with the palms of his hands. âCome onnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn.â
âMr. Grange.â
He pouted, which was alarming on a man as large as he was. âFine, donât tell me.â
âAs should be clear, I wasnât planning to.â
âExotic dancer? Cab driver? Kindergarten teacher? Paramedic?â
âI must admit, the more you snivel, the less I want to tell you.â
âOh yeah? Well, Iâm all done sniveling, how about that?â
She stifled a sigh as she stole another glance. It was ridiculous, how wonderful he looked, even in casual clothes. Normally she liked her men in Saville Row, but Teal looked fabulous despite what he was wearing. It was the broad shoulders, she decided. No, the hair. No, the glassesâthey made him look smart and tough. No, the eyes. The green, green eyes. A pity he was so childish. So large and childish. And large.
And perhaps the smallest bit insensitive. Imagine, she had mentioned her vegetarian proclivities in the car and he had still ordered her a burger.
ââshould be safe to go back after dessert.â
âOf course,â she replied.
âYou want to split a tiramisu?â
âOf course,â she