Lighthouse Road (Cedar Cove #1)(92)
“Sounds interesting.”
“I promise you it will be.” Olivia loved the banter between them.
Jack chuckled. “I can hardly wait. What do you have in mind?”
“Close your eyes,” she whispered seductively. “Think of sitting out on the Cove.”
“Am I with anyone?” he interrupted.
“Naturally. You’re with me.”
“What are you wearing?”
“Jack!”
“Well, it’s important.”
She sighed in mock annoyance. The teasing was all part of the Jack she enjoyed most. “Okay. I’ve got on a sleeveless top and walking shorts, a big sun hat and dark glasses.”
“I like you in dark glasses. They make you look mysterious.”
She laughed; there wasn’t a thing mysterious about her—certainly not her growing attraction to him.
“Next, consider the background music.”
“Dire Straits? Guns n’ Roses? Red Hot Chili Peppers?”
“No,” she said with a beleaguered sigh. “I was thinking more along the lines of Neil Diamond, Barry Manilow, Henry Mancini.”
“Barry Manilow? Please, not Barry Manilow.”
“I happen to like Barry Manilow,” she chided.
Now it was his turn to sigh. “I don’t know if there’s hope for this relationship.”
“All right, we’ll compromise on the music.”
“If you like Manilow, there’s nothing I can do.”
“Okay, Eric Clapton,” she suggested.
“Bob Dylan’s better. Agreed?”
“All right. May I continue?”
“Go ahead,” he urged, as if she’d been the one holding up the proceedings.
“We’re together on the Cove watching the sun set, music is playing softly in the background and we’re sipping glasses of wine.” She hesitated, certain he was about to launch into a discussion regarding the wine. “Do we need to argue about the wine, too?”
“No,” he assured her, “you choose.”
“All right. A nice fruity Gewürztraminer.”
“Hmm. Isn’t that a little sweet? Are you sure you wouldn’t be interested in something—”
“I thought we weren’t going to argue about the wine. You can drink what you want and I’ll drink what I want.”
“Fine with me.” He was certainly amicable all of a sudden.
“A waiter appears with a menu,” she went on.
“If the menu’s got tassels, I can’t afford to eat there.”
“No tassels.”
“Good.” Jack said immediately. “Now, did the waiter bring the bread basket yet? I’m getting hungry.”
“Don’t rush him, we’re still enjoying our wine.”
“While you’re drinking the wine, I want the warm bread and butter.”
“You’re making this difficult, Jack.”
“Okay, okay, continue, but I should tell you I worked through lunch today, so if you’re going to start listing the specials of the day, I’ll have to make a run to the candy machine.”
Olivia heard drawers opening and closing. “What are you doing?”
“What do you think? I’m looking for something to eat.” A grumbling sound followed his explanation. “The best I could come up with was a roll of Tums.”
“Poor baby. I guess that means you don’t want to hear about the seafood fettuccini, dripping with spicy shrimp, seared scallops and bits of lobster, stirred together in a creamy Alfredo sauce.”
“You are a cruel woman, Olivia Lockhart.”
Olivia laughed delightedly. “You just wait until I show you how cruel I can be.”
Jack sucked in his breath. “I love it when you talk dirty.”
Olivia growled.
“When, where and how long will it take me to get there?”
“Tonight at seven.”
He hesitated. “I…can’t.”
“Six?”
“That won’t work, either.”
“All right, eight, but that’s really kind of late for me.”
“What about tomorrow night?” Jack asked.
“Can’t. I’ve got a judicial committee meeting. Why can’t you go to dinner tonight?”
“I just can’t.”
He was certainly being cryptic about it. “Jack, have you got another date?” she asked, half laughing as though it was a joke. Neither of them had made any promises. He was free to date someone else, just as she was. But she hadn’t.
He paused before answering. “Not exactly,” he said.
“Not exactly,” she echoed. What the hell did that mean? “Are you doing something illegal?” she asked.
“No.”
“Just secretive,” she muttered under her breath.
Again the pause. “If you want to put it that way.”
Olivia hated secrets. “I see,” she said, not bothering to hide her disappointment.
“Olivia, I’m sorry. I’d love to have dinner with you, but you’ll have to choose some other night.”
Olivia was a woman whose life was open to scrutiny; she disliked the way he chose to keep parts of his life hidden. If he had some dark secret, she’d rather know now.