Fallen from Grace [Part Two of the Thicker than Blood Series] Read Online Free PDF Page B

can't seem to manage it when I'm around you.”  Alex looked back up at me and smiled.  “I'm sure you haven't noticed.”
     
    I chuckled lightly.  “Why do they do that?”
     
    Alex turned to watch a car drive passed my house.  “They change when I want something badly.”
     
    I stared, my lips parting slightly.  He meant me.  Alex wanted me badly.  I prayed my knees would hold out.
     
    He saw the look on my face and laughed.  “You wanted me to be honest with you.”  He took a step closer and took my hand in his.  Warmth from his grasp spread up my arm.  “Do you trust me?”
     
    What?  What kind of question was that?  I tried to pull my hand away, but he wouldn't let go.  I smiled as confidently as I could.  “I don't know you.”
     
    Alex smiled.  “And that's why you are joining me for dinner... if we can ever get off of your front step.”  He teased, pulling me towards him gently.
     
    “Right.”  I laughed and followed him out to the Range Rover.  He opened the door for me and waited until I was seated and belted in before he closed the door.
     
    We drove to a classy Mexican place that opened recently.  “I hope you like margaritas because they have some of the best I've had,” he said as he held the restaurant door for me.
     
    “I do.  And if they have good salsa, I'll probably eat my weight in it,” I heard myself say before I could snap my mouth closed.  Great.  That's a lot of salsa, Kenna.   I could feel heat rising to my cheeks.
     
    Alex didn't seem to notice my fluster or, if he did, he ignored it.  “Their salsa is pretty good.”  His hand rose to the small of my back as we found the hostess.  She made small talk with us but I didn't hear anything she said, I was too lost in the heat coming from his hand.
     
    We were seated in a dark booth next to a window. 
     
    “We'll take two large Tarantula margaritas on the rocks please.” Alex said to our server that I didn't even notice was at our table.
     
    When she left, Alex reached across the table and found my hand.  “Do you mind that I ordered for you?”
     
    I shook my head, taking in the atmosphere of the eatery.  They had done their best to make the place look like an old hacienda, complete with worn stucco and trailing rose vines.  It was quite lovely and romantic.  Spanish guitar played softly in the background.
     
    Alex rubbed his thumb along the back of my hand.  “How long have you lived in Ashland?”
     
    I closed my eyes enjoying the stoke of my skin.  “All of my life.”  Ah, here we are with the questions, the getting to know one another.  “Hey, how is it fair you get to ask me things?” I said, my eyes popping open to stare at him.
     
    “It's not.” He smiled.
     
    “Fine,” I said as our drinks arrived.  I waited until the waitress left to finish my thought.  “If I can't ask you questions, you can't ask me either... until tomorrow.”  I grinned mischievously and took the first taste of my drink.  It was very good, but very high in alcohol.  I'd have to watch it.
     
    Alex lifted his drink to his lips, licked the salt off of the rim with a broad sweep of his tongue and took a sip.  Why did that turn me on?  I bit my lip and averted my eyes when he looked at me.  Thankfully, my eyes don't turn black when I want something badly.
     
    “Alright then, what do we talk about?” He smiled.
     
    I took another sip.  “Well, the weather was awfully nice today...” I joked.
     
    Alex laughed.  “Of course, the weather.”
     
    The waitress was back and took our orders quickly, leaving us to continue our non-questions.
     
    “Okay,” Alex said snapping his fingers.  “I know, what of travel?  We can both answer questions on that.”
     
    “Can we?” I asked coyly, leaning over the table to take my drink straw in my mouth.  I didn't think anything of my actions until I saw black creep into Alex's eyes.  I resisted the temptation to toy with him more, opting