“No, it’s fine.” She waved off my concern. “I love children. I love being part of their lives. Watching them learn and discover the world around them. I would like to have my own one day.” She paused. “What about you?”
I finished my steak, chewing slowly. I pushed away my plate and took a sip of wine.
“Given my occupation, at one point, I would have said no. But now, I think so.”
“Your occupation?” She eyed me over the rim of her glass. “You’ve said a few other things. You mentioned your training and your background. Your assurances I couldn’t be any safer. I assume you didn’t always operate a security firm?”
“No.”
She pursed her lips. “Are you a spy? An undercover agent? 007?”
I chuckled. “Nothing that impressive. In fact, I was never a field agent. I have no machine guns in my car or a pen that will explode when needed.”
“Damn.”
“Sorry.”
“It’s fine. I can live with that.”
“I can, however, protect you better than anyone else in this city.”
“There is a story there.”
“Yes.”
“You said you’d tell me.”
“When the time is right.”
“Okay,” she agreed and dropped the subject. “What do you have planned for the weekend?”
“Whatever you want. I’m at your beck and call.”
She grinned. “I’ve never had a beck-and-call guy.”
“Well, here I am. I assume you plan on making cookies from the items I saw you put in the cart?”
“Yes.”
“Then whatever you want. As long as I get to be taste tester for said cookies, I’m your guy.”
A mischievous look passed over her face, and she tried to hide her grin. I narrowed my eyes. “What are you up to?”
“Nothing.”
“I think you are.”
“Well then, Mr. Super Spy, you’ll have to find out.” A breeze stirred her hair, and she shivered a little. I glanced up at the clouds that had gathered while we were eating, surprised at how quickly they were coming in.
“We should head in,” I said. “We’ll continue this discussion inside.”
She stood with a smile. “Or not.”
I grinned as I followed her down the steps. I was looking forward to getting her secret out of her.
Any way I had to.