Page 18 of Her Marine
“It doesn’t matter to me.”
Journee allowed Killian to lead her to the restaurant and the host stand.
“Table for two?” the hostess questioned, her eyes raking over Killian, and Journee raised her brow. Killian nodded at the hostess, and the woman led them to a table by a bank of windows. “Is there anything I can do for you while you wait on your server?” she asked Killian, and Journee had to keep herself from snorting.
“You’re being pretty rude to my woman. So, what you can do for me is walk away and not return to our table.”
Journee watched as the other woman shifted before turning quickly and leaving. She slid her attention to Killian. “Your woman?”
“Is that not what you heard me say?” he countered.
“Oh, I heard you,” Journee stated. “That would imply that you were my man.”
“And I am.”
Journee smirked. “I suppose you could be one of my men.”
She watched as Killian’s brow twitched. “I better be the only one,” he told her. “I don’t date for sport. It isn’t a hobby. Regardless of what I’m pursuing from it. I also don’t share well.”
“Good to know, and I was only joking.”
At that moment, their server came over with menus, and it was only then that Journee realized the hostess had left with them a few minutes prior. They placed their drink orders, and both looked over the menu in relative silence for several moments.
When their server returned with their drinks, they placed their orders, and Journee looked back at Killian to find him staring at her. She lifted a brow at him, and he licked his lower lip.
“Do you have plans tomorrow night?”
“I don’t,” Journee replied, picking up her lemonade and taking a sip.
“Do you want to go see a movie with me?”
“Do I get to choose the movie?” Journee questioned with a teasing smile.
“Yesli khochesh, detka,” he replied, and Journee shifted in her seat. There was just something about hearing him speak Russian. The baritone of his voice became even deeper. “If you want to, baby,” he stated, and she almost asked him if that was what he’d said the first time.
“What time do you want to go?”
“Dinner at eight, movie at ten?” Killian questioned, and Journee nodded.
They made small talk until their food was delivered, which continued into the meal, and Journee found herself staring at his lips often.
“You like them so much; put them to work,” Killian spoke halfway through lunch, and Journee brought her eyes up to his.
“I plan on it…eventually.”
Once they finished their lunch, the bill was brought, and Journee reached into her purse to grab her wallet. She reached for the bill, only to find that Killian had placed his card on top of it.
“You paid last time.”
“And I’m paying this time,” he responded, and Journee rolled her eyes. “I’ll let you leave a tip.”
“Fine,” she conceded because she was sure she wouldn’t get much better than that out of him.
As they left the restaurant, her hand in his again, they passed by the hostess stand, and the woman went out of her way not to look at them. Journee couldn’t help but smirk to herself.
Killian opened the door for her when they returned to the car, and she slid in. Once he was in and pulled out of the parking lot, his hand came to rest on her thigh. They drove with the sound of the music softly filling the car.
When they got to her office, Killian went to remove his hand, but Journee grabbed it.
