“Hmm, I do when I can. I usually do a prep on the weekend for the week because I’m on the run so much.” Her emerald eyes were watching my every move.
I enjoyed the attention. I chopped the shallots and put them in a small bowl. I turned on another burner and set the pan down, dropping the garlic butter in.
“Is this a dish you cook a lot?” she asked with curiosity.
“Not so much. I only cook it for special people.” I winked as I stopped and took a sip of wine.
She tapped her wine glass with her finger. She looked like she had a question to ask me.
“Go ahead, you have something to say,” I prompted.
“You said ‘special someone.’ Are you dating anyone right now? Or when did you last date someone?”
“About six months ago, but it wasn’t right. We weren’t compatible. Nice girl though, just not for me.”
She nodded as she skimmed her hand along the couch and looked around.
“What about you? Anyone special before me?” I threw that in there to see if she caught it.
“That’s presumptuous of you, but accurate. Nobody, a few dates here and there.” She didn’t offer much.
I wasn’t so focused on her past unless it was going to affect what she had going on now. I was interested in having a possible future with her. “You should take a look around. I don’t have anything to hide. Go ahead,” I encouraged.
“Okay, I will. How are things with the Rebels?” She moved through the lounge to the bookcase that was in the living room running her finger along them.
“Funny you mentioned that, I met with Bones earlier and we were talking about some big goals we have for the club. Just shitty that we have the Devil Riders in the way.”
She nodded as she continued looking over my bookcase. “Must be hard having a man like Doc in your way,” she muttered.
“Doc? How do you know about him?” Strange.
Her face registered shock for a moment and then faded back to neutral. “I know of him I mean. Isn’t he part of the Devil Riders? I thought I heard something about that when I was looking over your case.”
I watched her graceful movements as she flicked through a magazine from my coffee table. “Yes. He is, he’s as bad as Snake, but we’re not going to talk about them tonight.” I frowned and shook off the comment she made. It made sense that she would know about him. She had to look into the case properly.
“Is this your Mom and Dad?” she called out as she picked up a photo from my freestanding cabinet.
“Yup. That’s them. Haven’t seen them much lately.”
“You look so cute, what happened?” She cooed.
“Oooo, don’t start,” I replied playfully. The pan started to sizzle as I dropped the shrimp into it and lifted the pan flipping them in the air for effect. I was showing off a little bit.
“If I tried that, those shrimp would be on the floor and then we would have to employ the 30-second rule!” She laughed.
I chuckled. “One of my tricks. If I did it for any longer I would probably do the same thing.” I touched the pasta, it was perfect ? al dente and ready to come out of the steaming water.
“I can’t wait. It looks so yummy.”
“I hope so. You can be the official judge.”
We ate, and my shrimp dish was a hit. We drank a little more and ended up on the couch, comfortable and relaxed together. Both of our bodies were facing one another.
Mia stared at me. “So you said something earlier…” She circled the rim of her glass seductively.
“Yes, what did I say?” I touched her thigh as I put down my drink. She was driving me wild circling her finger around the glass like that, and if she didn’t stop, she was going to be in trouble.
“You were talking about the fact that it didn’t work out with the last woman. Are you interested in a longer-term thing or are you just looking for a short-term situation?” she asked seriously.