Page 8 of Love In Harbor Falls

“Thank you.” I took the menu from his hands.

“Can I get you something to drink while you’re looking over the menu?”

“I’ll have a glass of chardonnay,” I bashfully spoke as I could feel the heat in my cheeks rise.

“One chardonnay coming right up.” He playfully winked as he walked away.

A fluttering sensation erupted, and I placed my hand on my belly to try and calm it down. He was ruggedly handsome. Six feet two inches with a muscular build, short jet-black hair, baby blue eyes, a perfectly shaped nose, and a five o’clock shadow that framed his masculine jawline. My eyes caught every detail in the twenty seconds he stood at the table, taking my drink order. He was perhaps the sexiest man I’d ever seen.

“Here’s your chardonnay.” He set the glass down in front of me. “Are you ready to order?”

“I’m sorry. I haven’t even looked at the menu yet.”

Clasping his hands together, he smiled as he spoke, “May I make a suggestion?”

“Of course.” I slightly bit my lower lip.

“We have the best lobster rolls you’ll ever have. Pair that with a batch of our special seasoned sweet potato fries, and you have a winner.”

“Sounds delicious. I’ll have that.”

“Excellent. I’ll go put the order in. You’re not from around here, are you?”

“Is it that obvious?” I laughed.

“No. I’ve never seen you before, and I’d definitely remember if I had.”

I looked down in embarrassment.

“Your order will be up shortly. If you need anything else, just wave. I’ll be at the bar.”

“Thanks. I will.”

I watched him walk away as I picked up my chardonnay and took a sip. While I was waiting for my food, my phone rang. Hannah was calling.

“Hey. I’m sorry I haven’t called you yet.”

“Are you there? Did you make it okay?”

“I’m here. I’m sitting in the Seaside Bar and Grille, having a glass of wine while waiting for my lobster roll and sweet potato fries. As soon as I’m done eating, I’m heading to the house.”

“Lobster roll? Since when do you eat that?”

“I’ve never had one. Anyway, the waiter suggested it.”

“Is he cute?” Hannah asked with curiosity.

“Yes. As a matter of fact, he is.”

“Cute enough to date?”

“Hannah, I’m not interested in dating anyone, ever. Not after what Darren did to me.”

I looked over and saw the handsome man heading towards the table with a plate in his hand.

“I have to go. My food is here. I’ll call you later. Love you.”

“Love you too, sis.”

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