Baby Be Mine(Spinsters & Casanovas Series Book 1)(36)

Clarice was having so much fun dining with Darcy that she almost didn’t hear the sudden screeching of a chair being pushed back from across the dining room. When she turned to look at the sudden commotion, she saw that Casanova had deserted the woman across the table from him and was now stalking towards her, his face a brewing storm about to erupt.

Clarice felt sorry for the girl, getting ditched like that. She must be so sad and embarrassed by that Casanova’s actions. Her eyes were fully concentrated on examining the tablecloth, as if she were looking for staining. But then again, she felt a little relief because at least the girl didn’t fall prey to Casanova’s charm, unlike most women.

Clarice was about to breathe a sigh of relief when Hunter stopped right at their table. Her body went rigid and she became aware of every single particle in her form. She felt him leaning in close to her, and not a breadth of hair was separating them when he spoke.

“Have fun, Avocado,” he whispered huskily into her ear, making the hair at the back of her neck stand up and the nerves along her spine tingle. Then he strode past her, leaving her mouth gaping open, while Darcy just looked confused at the whole scene played in front of him.

“Avocado?” Darcy asked. “Do you know him?”

That beast of a Casanova, Clarice thought. How dare he embarrass her in front of her future partner? If she saw him again, he was going to get a taste of her medicine. Give him a shot of the strong local anesthetic to make sure he wouldn’t be able to talk. That would serve him right for being a smart mouth.

“Ahh, no, not at all. I don’t know him at all.” Clarice tried to deny the truth.

Well, it was the truth. She really didn’t know him. They’d only just met, even though it was three times in the span of a few weeks. But that still made them strangers. She didn’t know anything else about him apart from his name and that he was a playboy.

“Oh, I thought he was a boyfriend or something, the way he was whispering in your ear and all that,” Darcy remarked leisurely, then returned to his plate of Cambodian pancakes.

Clarice almost choked on her rice rolls. How could Darcy think he was her boyfriend? She would rather have all her teeth extracted without anesthetic than be called that Casanova’s girlfriend. Yes, she did admit he had attracted her in the beginning with the whole towel thing, but when she heard the first word that came out of his mouth, she had sworn him off. She and Hunter did not belong in the same sentence.

“He must have saw us enjoying ourselves, whereas his date didn’t go so well,” she stated firmly.

“I guess so,” Darcy said, then went back to his meal.

Thank the Lord, because after this event, everything went back to normal again. Darcy questioned her about her occupation. She told him she was a periodontist. Darcy didn’t know what kind of profession that was, so she had to explain to him. Then he said he hadn’t had a professional cleaning since he arrived here in Auckland. They even had a bit of a laugh about flossing and interdental cleaning.

Everything was great, Clarice thought as she dug into her char noodles, savoring the flavor as she bit into them. Darcy was nice; the restaurant was nice; everything was nice. She couldn’t ask for a more perfect date. Just then, her phone rang. Must be Max trying to keep a tab on me.

Clarice dug into her bag, trying to retrieve her phone hidden among the other junk. Her hand landed on her driver’s license. Meaning to put it in her wallet again, she placed it out on the table and continued to search through her bag, when an outcry from her date startled her, making her head jerk up to look at him.

Darcy jerked up off his chair like a fire had been lit up his butt. He started pulling on his jacket, then slammed a fifty-dollar note on the table.