His policy was always honesty, so tonight he planned to put his cards on the table and see what she thought.
Keep things safe. Keep her at a distance. Protect himself.
He had to, otherwise he couldnât go through with the date.
* * *
Jackson picked up Charlotte at seven on the dot, fighting a swarm of jitters in his gut. Hell, he hadnât felt this nervous about a date since his high-school promâand heâd taken his ex-wife as his date to that! Man up, Hilstead. Itâs just dinner out. With a lady you canât seem to get out of your thoughts.
He forced his best smile, even though heâd only made it to the security call box.
Once she let him through, he strode the rest of the way to her town house, wondering if heâd made a mistake in asking her out. Maybe it was still too soon to get back in the game. Damn the nervesâhow was he supposed to eat with his stomach all tied up?
Then Charlotte opened the door and blew him away. Sheâd worn her hair down, which always messed with his head. It waved and tumbled to her shoulders, framing her face and highlighting her warm and inviting eyes. Plus sheâd dressed to kill in a cream crocheted lace dress with a modest neckline and cap sleeves. Her light olive-toned skin blended well with the choice. The only color in her outfit was from her rainbow-dyed strapped wedge sandals and bright red and orange dangly earrings. As it was early summer, sheâd fit right in for the restaurant heâd chosen.
She smiled and let him in and he pretended he wasnât the least bit anxious about this date. He just hoped she didnât catch on.
Her earth-toned, stucco-covered townhome was built into the side of a hill along with dozens of others. The place had a nice view of the Conejo Valley sprawl, and he was impressed with her taste in decor. No overstuffed and patterned couches or chairs, her taste was modern, clean and almost masculine. Several canvases covered in bright colors highlighted a few walls, and he recognized the style as similar to many heâd seen in the hospital foyer after it had been newly remodeled. He vaguely remembered hearing that one of the employees had painted them, and these looked very similar in style. Seeing the paintings on Charlotteâs walls, adding vibrancy to her otherwise beige palate, he wholeheartedly agreed with her choices.
But what he noticed most of all, and constantly since stepping into her house, was her, and how fantastic she looked.
Sheâd grabbed her purse and was ready to leave, so he quit staring at the view from her living roomâbecause the alternative was to keep staring at her, which he really wanted to do, but he didnât want to creep her outâthen followed her out the door. Heâd better think up some conversation or heâd be a total dud tonight. What was his plan? Oh, yeah, lay his cards on the table. Take control of the situation from the get-go. He could do it.
âEver hear of a place called Boccaccioâs?â he asked as they walked to his car in the buildingâs lot.
âIn Westlake? Yes. Wow, itâs supposed to be really nice. Are you trying to impress me?â
âI should be asking the same question, seeing how great you look.â She blushed and he not only liked how she looked, but the power her true response gave him. He could do this, have a date. âBut donât get too impressed. Yes, the restaurant is right on a small lake and, yes, the view is great, but itâs just a man-made lake in an otherwise landlocked city.â
âStill sounds wonderful to me. Iâll just pretend itâs real. Can we sit outside?â
âI was planning on it.â
She was tall and fit well next to his six feet two inches as they walked to his white sedan. So many things about her appealed to him, but he had to stand firm, let her know what he was and wasnât open to. Keep that armâs length between them, though after