Midnight Man (Midnight #1)(12)

This was an entirely new world. “Oh,” she said again. “Okay.”

He wasn’t finished. “You’ll also need motion sensors and to put your sound system on a timer so that there’s music when we’re out of the building.”

Motion sensors. Halide lights. Detectors. “I don’t know,” she said uneasily. “All of that sounds expensive.”

“Don’t worry about it. What you designed for me will more than compensate for that.”

“I didn’t design it for you, specifically,” she protested. “I was just doodling one day while I was sitting in the empty rooms. And I felt—“ felt you were coming. She blew out a breath. “Felt it would make a good space for a business,” she finished.

“It’s beautiful,” he said, his deep voice quiet.

She gave him a startled glance.

“I’m only a sailor. Ex-sailor,” he added wryly. “But I’m not blind and I’m not dead. What I saw was exquisite. And functional.”

She smiled, flattered. “Thank you. That’s precisely what good interior design is all about. When you tell me a little more about how your business works, I could probably improve on the drawings you saw."

“You’ll have plenty of time to see how my business works.” His eyes bored into hers. “I’ll be living and working right across the hall from you.”

The thought of it took her breath away. He was such a powerful presence. How on earth was she going to be able to concentrate on her work knowing he was just a hallway away?

Suzanne picked up the dessert fork and started tracing designs on the linen tablecloth. “It must have been hard to make the switch from the military to the business world. Bud told me you retired on a disability?”

She looked up briefly. Disability. It was so hard even to imagine the word disability in connection with this man. Hard, strong, tough. He looked like he could take on the world.

“Mmm.” Clearly, he wasn’t going to discuss anything pertaining to his injury. “It’s funny. When I was in the service, I couldn’t imagine any other life.” He gave a half-laugh. “Shit—sorry, I’m too used to spending all my time with men, I know I have to clean up my language. Anyway, most of my life I didn’t know any other life. I grew up a Navy brat and then spent my entire adulthood in the Navy. So, yeah, a lot of things are new. But you know? I’m looking forward to this new stage. I’m looking forward to building my business and to putting down roots. To having a home.” His dark eyes—what was that color? The lights were too dim to tell—pinned her. “That’s thanks to you. I’ve never lived in quarters like what you designed for me before.”

Suzanne ducked her head. She’d received praise for her work before. She’d even won a prize for the design of a small museum. But nothing—nothing had meant as much to her as his quiet words.

She cleared her throat. “Well…wait until you see it done before saying that. You might not like the finished product.”

“I’ll like it.” The deep voice was even, certain. “You about ready to go?”

Surprised, Suzanne looked around. The fire in the huge open hearth was burning low. Most of the restaurant’s customers had gone. There were only a few couples left, sitting close together. Lovers. Only lovers were left. “Er…yes.”

She looked down and saw that her plate was still full. All she’d done was push the food around, taking a few tiny bites. Amazing. She’d spent the entire evening at Comme Chez Soi—where the appetizers alone cost $25 and were worth every penny—and hadn’t eaten.

Suzanne patted her lips with a napkin, suddenly nervous. Suddenly completely, totally aware of the fact that he was going to drive her home. Walk her up to the front door of the building, maybe inside to the front door of her apartment and…

Their eyes met and her heart lurched. “Let’s get you home,” he said quietly, standing up and offering her his hand.

He seemed to have some magical powers or the ability to communicate telepathically because without giving any overt signs, the waiters brought their coats and he was ushering her out with a large, warm hand at her back more quickly than she would have thought possible.

“Ah, John?” They were at the door.

“Yeah?” He smiled down at her. It was his first real smile. An amazing smile. He still looked tough, probably nothing could change that, but the smile took years off his face.

She suddenly remembered his birth date from his discharge papers. He was only eight years older than she was. He was probably much older than her—eons older—in terms of life experiences, but in terms of actual years, there wasn’t that much of a gap. He was only thirty-six. Still young for a man.

“Don’t you have to pay, or something?”

The smile deepened, showing two grooves on either side of his mouth. On any other kind of face they would be considered dimples. On his face, they were…dents.

“Not necessary. I keep a corporate account here.”

Oh. Well, that explained the special treatment and the magical appearance of a free table on a Friday night.

He reached around her to open the door.

It had started to sleet. Suzanne stopped and buttoned her coat up, wishing again that she’d had the good sense to wear boots. Her pretty Rossetti shoes were going to get so waterlogged.