Page 23 of Love Unforgettable
Chapter 10
Lexie
The hostess greets Mavis and me by name, and seats us quickly. Not only do we have our weekly dinners here more than anywhere else, but Mavis also attends a weekly luncheon here with her bridge club. I turn to the hostess before sitting, “She has a friend who will be joining us soon. Can you show her to the table once she arrives?”
“Him,” Mavis interjects. I look at her, more than surprised.
“Do not look that way,bubala. Such shame. I can have gentlemen friends.Oy.”
“My apologies,bubbe,” I laugh. “I just assumed it would be one of your girlfriends. Of course, you can have friends who are male.”
“Hmmph,” she responds, with a toss of her head.
The server comes to take our drink order, I go with a competitor’s Sauvignon Blanc, and Mavis with a dry martini. She brings them back in record time. I take a small sip, pleased with my choice, I go back in for a larger taste.
“Here he is now,” Mavis says, a big smile on her face. I turn toward the direction she’s facing and immediately sputter choke on my wine. I set down my wine glass and cover my face with my napkin, trying to block the cough, and wipe the spittle off my chin at the same time. Because, unless I’m mistaken, Mavis’ gentleman caller is about fifty years her junior; sauntering toward us, looking hot as hell. I’m not sure I really knew what that term meant before now, but after seeing it in action, I can safely say that a saunter is damn sexy.
Ordinarily, his style of dress would be inappropriate, but this is California, the land where people pay a lot of money to look a little messy. Dirty jeans, tight white t-shirt, dusty cowboy boots. Dark brown hair sticking up slightly on top, scruffy face, brown bedroom eyes.
Shit. How do I look?
I glance down quickly to make sure there’s nothing on my dress.
Stop that, Lexie. He’s not here for you. That’s bubbe’s date you’re lusting over.
“You okay, darlin’?” I hear the deep voice right before I feel the large hand start to gently pat my upper back. You know how they say someone has golden pipes? Or a tenor as smooth as satin? That was this, only better. Way better. And with a touch of a twang.
I nod and wipe at my eyes before looking back up.
