burst out laughing. “You know what that means right?”
Trevor and Don both turned to look at her.
“Free food.” Ginni grinned.
Trevor leaned in and kissed Arianna’s cheek. “Fancy seeing you here.”
“I was thinking the same thing.” Arianna moved over so he could sit down.
He shook his head. “I don’t want to interrupt your dinner.”
“Oh no, you can sit down.” Ginni patted the table. “I’m her best friend and want to know all about you.”
Trevor laughed and slipped into the booth next to Arianna. His leg touched hers. “I’m assuming you’ve met my Grandfather.”
Arianna brushed her hair behind her ear. She leaned in closer to Trevor. “He introduced himself.”
Trevor wrapped his arm around her.
“But you didn’t tell me, you were dating my grandson.” Don reached across Trevor, caught her hand, brought it to his lips, and kissed it. “Nice to meet you.”
“Stop the flirting old man, what would Gram say?” Trevor tightened his grasp on Arianna, but smiled over at his grandfather.
An older woman thrust past Don grabbed a chair and pulled it up to the table. She looked over at Arianna and waved her hand. “I’d say if you want him, you can have him. I’ve put up with him long enough.”
Arianna laughed.
The woman’s eyes sparkled when she looked at Don. He took her hand and gave it a squeeze. She gave him a wink.
He leaned in and whispered something in her ear.
She blushed and shook her head. “Go get me a drink and then sit your Italian ass down.”
Trevor rolled his eyes. “My grandparents. We call him Gramps. And Gram here is Lucille.”
Gram cocked her head to the side. “Lucille? That sounds familiar.” She tapped a long finger nail against the table. “I don’t think I’ve heard my name in twenty years. I’ve been Gram and Mom so long, my own name sounds foreign.”
“She’s a real jokester,” Trevor said.
Ginni cleared her throat a smile across her face.
“Right.” Arianna felt the heat creep up her cheeks. “Trevor, this is my friend Ginni Holland, she works at the hospital with me. Ginni, this is Trevor.”
“Trevor, your boyfriend?” Ginni cocked her head to the side.
“I don’t think we’ve determined what we’re doing.” Arianna glanced over at Trevor.
“I’d say we went on our first date earlier.” Trevor traced his fingers down her arm, leaned in, and lowered his voice. “And if you’re up to it, you’re more than welcome to come back to my place after you’re done here.”
Gram smacked him in the arm. “Be good.”
“I never—”
Gram narrowed her eyes.
Trevor ignored Gram and turned in the booth so he was facing Arianna. “The offer still stands. I’m not trying to pressure you into anything. I’m inviting you to hang out.”
She smiled at him. “I know.”
The opening riff to a song came on over the speakers of the bar. She bit her lip and looked over at Trevor.
“What?” He brushed her hair out of her face.
“This is my favorite song.” She pulled at her ear. “Would you dance with me?”
Trevor grinned. He stood up and held out his hand to her. “I’d be honored.”
Brad Paisley’s voice twanged over the speakers as she stepped into his arms.
“I’m not going to be that great, because of the knee, but I certainly will try.”
“Are you sure your knee is up to it?”
“I’ll be careful.” He placed his hand on her lower back and pulled her close to him.
They swayed slowly to the music. He sang softly in her ear.
She closed her eyes, rested her head against his chest, and listened. What was it about this man that made her this comfortable? She didn’t want the moment to end.
He pulled her tighter. “Everything I ever wanted, everything I need. Yeah, she’s everything to me.” He sang the last lines of the song.
She stood on her tip toes and kissed him. Her eyes closed and he traced her bottom lip with his tongue. Her lips parted. Their tongues tangled as their dance
Matt Christopher, Stephanie Peters