Free All That I Need (Grayson Friends) by Francis Ray Page B

Now, staring across the candlelit table for two, he readily admitted he’d like to see Fallon again.
    She was breathtaking in a little black dress that made his blood heat and his heart pound. The five-inch heels caused her slim hips to sway enticingly and her sexy legs to appear incredible long. He could easily imagine them wrapped around his hips as he drove into her satin heat.
    “Want some?”
    “What?” He jerked upright.
    Grinning, Fallon held out a spoonful of key lime pie. “You were staring.”
    Dessert wasn’t what he wanted. “No, thank you. When you’re finished, we can try out that nightclub I told you about.”
    Swallowing her last bite, she pushed the plate aside. “El Paradise. I heard about the place, but I spotlight places families can go to together.”
    He signaled the waiter for the check and paid the bill. “What about after the children have gone to bed?”
    “Depends on if they’re old enough to stay by themselves,” she told him. “Some of the more exclusive hotels might have sitter arrangements in advance, but not the smaller ones. Besides, most parents want to know who is keeping their children.”
    Standing, he reached for her chair and took her arm. His mother hadn’t cared that he spent summers elsewhere. “I suppose.” He threaded their way through the elegant restaurant to the valet and handed the young attendant his ticket. In a matter of minutes he and Fallon were on their way to the nightclub.
    “How are things shaping up for the auction?” she asked.
    During dinner she’d regaled him with funny stories about her travel, as if both wanted to keep things light. “The last of the items were listed today. Tomorrow we’ll double-check everything.”
    “Have you given any more thought to the personal notes with the auction pieces or the preview get-together?”
    “Frankly, I haven’t had time to think about either.” Flicking his signal, he pulled up to the valet. Attendants were there immediately to assist them. Rounding the car, Lance took Fallon’s arm and walked beneath the dark maroon awning.
    “I don’t hear any music.” Fallon tilted her head to one side. “When I was in college the way to tell a good club was if the music slapped you in the face a block away. How about you?”
    “I worked my way through college at the auction house I recently purchased. There wasn’t much time to party.”
    She leaned into him. “Then we’ll have to make up for lost time tonight.”
    A broad-shouldered man in a black suit opened the red door. The hard rock sounds of Van Halen blasted.
    Lance covered one ear: Fallon laughed and quickened her steps. “Sounds as if the place is jumping.”
    “Perhaps we should find a quieter place.”
    “Not on your life.” Grabbing his arms, she pulled him farther inside. Strobe lights bounced off the wall. On the floor couples danced and sang along with the music. There were two levels and the DJ on the third. “Quick. I see a table.”
    Lance let himself be pulled. He was enjoying watching the excitement in Fallon’s face. The “table” was an eighteen-inch circle. Somehow they got the attention of a waitress and ordered drinks. Beside him, Fallon swayed to the pulsing beat of another song.
    “Something tells me you’re a good dancer.”
    “I can hold my own,” she answered with a grin.
    “Your drinks. Tonic water and a cosmopolitan.”
    Lance handed the waitress a large bill. “Thanks. Keep the change.”
    Fallon picked up her drink and sipped. “This brings back memories.”
    “Your college days were fun, then?”
    “Yeah.” She grinned. “You wouldn’t believe some of the crazy things we did.”
    “Like what?” Lance reached for his tonic water.
    “If I told you I’d have to kill you.” She giggled. “We swore each other to secrecy. Oh!” She placed her glass on the table, took his, and did the same. She came to her feet, pulling him with her. “We have to dance to this song.”
    “We can’t leave our