Mid Life Love (Mid Life Love #1)(48)

The waiter set two glasses of white wine on the table and walked away.

“So...” Michael looked at me. “What do you do for a living, Claire?”

“I work at Statham Industries as a marketing director.”

“Do you like it?”

“No, but it pays the bills. I’m stuck there until I find something else. You’re a doctor, right?”

“I am.” He smiled. “I used to work at the children’s hospital downtown, but I decided to return to my original specialty and work for myself.”

“You don’t miss the kids?”

“Sometimes. I don’t miss the crying though.” He laughed and took a sip of his wine.

I picked up a knife and started to slice a piece of bread, but I underestimated its hardness and cut the top of my hand.

Ugh...“This is going to sound so cliché...” I sighed. “But do you happen to carry Band-Aids with you?”

Laughing, he pulled his wallet out of his pocket and thumbed through it. “You don’t mind Batman do you? I still carry the kid ones around; it’s an old habit.”

“No, that’s perfectly fine.”

“Here,” he said as he reached for my hand. “Let me see.”

As he was holding my hand and putting on the Band-Aid, I felt my skin tingling and my heart somersaulting in my chest. But it wasn’t because of Michael’s touch, or the soft kiss he was now placing on my wrist; I only felt those type of feelings when Jonathan was around, when I could sense him watching me.

I looked up and saw him standing at a table five spaces over. He was dressed in a black tuxedo and all the other people at his table were dressed in light blue suits with “sPhone launch” etched across the back.

Our eyes met and I felt that electrical spark I’d never felt with anyone else, that passionate jolt that took a hold of me and wouldn’t let go.

He raised his eyebrow as he sat down at his table, looking back and forth between me and Michael.

“Claire?” Michael rubbed my hand and forced me to turn away. “Claire?”

“I’m so sorry. What were you saying?”

“I’m all done with your Band-Aid.” He released my hand. “What do you like to do when you’re not working?”

Have sex with Jonathan Statham... “I like to watch movies, run, and—”

“You run? How often?”

“A least five times a week in the morning. Four, if it’s a really hectic week.”

“I run too. Maybe we could go on a run sometime together?”

“That’d be—” I felt my phone vibrating. “Great. We should definitely do that. I apologize in advance for pulling out my phone. It’s probably my mother.”

“Probably. She texted me three minutes ago.” He laughed.

“Really? About what?”

“She just asked how our night was going.”

“What you’d say?”

“Amazing.” His deep brown eyes lit up as he smiled—making him look even more gorgeous, but I felt no attraction to him whatsoever.

“I wasn’t aware that your “mom” was a “man”...You two look nothing alike.” Jonathan.

I tried not to laugh. “What do you like to do when you’re not working, Michael?”

“I like to go rock climbing, visit car shows, and remodel old homes in the—”

“I love remodeling.”

He cocked his head to the side. “You’re joking with me, aren’t you?”

“No, I’m serious. I get a huge adrenaline rush whenever I’m in a hardware store or near a construction site. I can’t really explain it, but if I could ever do that for a living...”

“I’m part of a home improvement group that does projects every other Saturday. Would you be interested in joining?”

“Extremely.” My phone was vibrating again. “I would love that.”

“Is he a long lost friend?” Jonathan.

“None of your business.” I texted back.

Our waitress appeared and set down our dinner—a beautiful array of exotic shellfish and pasta. I wasn’t the biggest fan of seafood, but the scallops and oysters looked too delicious to pass up.

“Ask him if he likes your bracelet.” Jonathan.

I tossed my phone into my purse and picked up a fork.

“I like your bracelet.” Michael looked at my wrist. “Is it a Harry Winston? My colleague’s wife has a similar one...It’s a lot smaller though.”

It couldn’t be a Harry Winston...

“Um, I’m not sure what it is. It was a gift from a friend. It came in a blank black box...”

“Pretty generous friend.” He raised his eyebrow. “Are you enjoying the food?”

“Yes, it’s really good.” I swallowed a forkful of shrimp.

“My friend is the manager here. We can come back any time you like, even if they’re booked for the night.”

“Sounds great.” I put my fork down. “Would you please excuse me for one second?”

“Of course.”

Like the gentleman that he was, he walked over and helped me out of my chair.

“I’ll be right back, Michael.”