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Even as a kid my mother said if one of my toys got broken I would just sit in the middle of the room and fiddle with it until I figured out how to make it work again.”
    “My turn to be wowed.” She winked at him. “I’m not a patient enough person to work at a problem. If I can’t figure out a solution from the onset then I just move on.” She rested her forearms flat on the table and leaned forward. “How did planes become your thing?”
    “Just kinda fell into that.” He shrugged. “I went to college for my auto mechanics certification. I was already working at a shop. The paper was just going to get me out of the apprentice position. I never thought about planes, that was my older brother’s deal. Vance worked his way through college to become a pilot. My brother got Antwan, my friend, a job at the airport. When Antwan heard that they were looking for plane engineers and the airline was offering training he let me know. It interested me. I got into the program and here I am.” He held his arms wide.
    “Here you are.” She repeated her gaze still on his.
    It did something to a man to have a woman actually fully enthralled in what he was saying. He figured it was because Kiera had a counseling background so she had been trained to listen.
    The tension hung between them as they sat there staring at each other.
    “Can I interest either of you in dessert?” The waiter broke the silence.
    Not glancing away from Kiera, Drake said, “None for me.”
    She licked her lips and her gaze shyly shifted away. “Um, I’m good thank you.”
    “You want more wine?” Drake held a hand up, keeping the waiter at their table.
    Kiera waved her hands before her. “Oh, no. I’ve had more than enough.”
    Nodding the waiter took both of their glasses. “I’ll be right back with the check.”
    “I’m glad I decided to come to dinner instead of ordering room service.” She smiled.
    “So am I. I would have just tossed in a microwave meal at home and watched Sports Center.”
    “You don’t cook?”
    “I do. Remember I said I’m good with my hands. That’s with all things.”
    A spark flashed in her eyes and he noted her large breasts rising and lowering with the deep breath she took.
    “I remember.”
    It wasn’t his intention to make the statement sexual in nature, but seeing the desire, he was experiencing, reflected in her gaze ignited the spark already firing off in him. His heart started to pound and heat shot down past his gut to his cock. It twitched in his pants. In a moment they would be getting up and the last thing he needed was to be sporting wood. He took several deep breaths to calm himself. She’d only agreed to dinner.
    “Here you go. Let me know if you need anything else.” The waiter set the bill in the center of the table before he walked away.
    “Well, I probably need to head up.” She grabbed her purse with one hand and reached for the bill with the other.
    Moving faster, he covered the narrow, stiff leather billfold, pressing it to the table. “I have this.”
    “Really, I can take care of it.”
    He lowered his brow. “What kind of men have you been dating? When I ask a woman to dinner, I pay.”
    She hesitated a moment, then withdrew her hand. Tilting her head again, she gave him a curious stare as if he were some sort of oddity. “Um, thanks.”
    After a sharp nod, he collected the small case. As he pulled his wallet out of his back pocket, he recalled a time when the bill was automatically given to the male at the table. However, now things were so PC that dates were either splitting the check or the women were paying. His mother and father would tear him a new asshole if they learned he was allowing such an action. Dan and Louise didn’t have much in the way of finances to offer their children, but manners they taught in spades.
    They raised him and his brother to be old-school gentlemen. Drake did his best to keep to those values in a modern world that didn’t adhere to those