“You good boy.” She patted his cheek. “No more orange. You sit here a bit then come out when you ready.”
She placed the brush down and left.
He had one last thought before he allowed himself to drift away for just one more minute.
Ming had definitely won.
NATE BIT INTO HIS cheeseburger and admitted that Mugs could be his new favorite place. The bar restaurant was casual, giving off a rustic appeal with wooden booths nicely offset by a large modern bar. The attached poolroom held tables, darts, and a variety of other fun games. The beer list was pretty damn impressive for a quaint town, where organic everything and chai lattes usually ruled. He swiped a fry in a pool of ketchup and savored the salty bite.
Kennedy had taken one look at his expression after Ming time and declared the need for food. He’d followed her back into Verily without protest, and after a cold microbrew and some red meat, the strange floaty bubbly feeling had finally popped.
“Why did you ask for a Clorox wipe for the tables?” she asked. “Didn’t you trust them to clean it properly?”
He focused on his burger. “Waitresses get busy and don’t bring a sterile cloth. Food slips off the plate and unconsciously you scoop it up, eat it, and come down with E. coli poisoning.”
“You’re a certified germaphobe, aren’t you? How bad?”
“I’m not gonna do a Jack Nicholson imitation from As Good as It Gets, if that’s what you’re worried about. I just like to follow proper hygiene in bathrooms and public restaurants.” He decided to change the subject rather than linger on another one of his issues. “That woman was horrible,” he said. “Have you ever had a client sue because of her?”
She tossed him a smug smile. “They’re too afraid to bring a lawsuit. Besides, Ming’s the best. Look at yourself. Not a smidge of orange, and your skin is practically glowing with health. I bet your muscles feel like limp noodles, too.”
“Not really.” He ducked his head so she wouldn’t see the lie reflected in his gaze. “But at least I look normal again.”
They ate in silence for a bit, but a roar from outside made a few patrons look up. “Sounds like a storm out there.”
“Yeah, we haven’t had rain in a while.”
A blob of ketchup fell on his pants to match the mustard on his lapel. He cursed his innate clumsiness and grabbed a few napkins. Kennedy pushed her lettuce around her plate. “What’s the matter?”
“Nothing.” Hmm, she looked cranky. Odd, she’d been fine till his burger arrived. As usual, he opened his mouth and his thoughts spilled out. “Why did you order that?”
She rolled her eyes. “Because it’s healthy.”
“Actually, too much roughage in the body can throw off your digestive system. Want a bite of my burger?” Her eyes lit up with sheer lust. Nate shifted in his seat. Damn, the woman was potent. He wondered what would happen if she ever looked at him like that. As if. “You probably need some protein.”
Her fingers clenched her fork in a death grip. She took a dainty sip of water with lemon. “I have tuna as my protein.”
He investigated the pile of lettuce and found a few dry pieces of fish scattered around. “Oh. No mayo?”
She glared.
“Are you one of those vegans? Or allergic to gluten or something?”
She stuck a leaf in her mouth and chewed. Nate felt sorry for her. Her usual vibrancy seemed to stagnate as soon as she got around food. As if her healthy choices sucked all the joy out of her. “No. I follow a strict balance to ensure good nutrition. Please don’t tell me you eat like this normally?”
He finished his burger and swallowed it down with a sip of beer. “No. I don’t mind eating healthy, as long as I allow myself a few vices. I try to stay away from fast food, but I’m a terrible cook, so I do eat out a lot. You don’t need to diet.”
A strange sound emitted from her lips. “I’m not on a diet.”
A crucial piece of information danced around his consciousness. Something that would solve a bit of the puzzle that made up this woman. “Good. Your body is amazing.”
Darkness stole over her features, seeming to capture her inner light momentarily. “Thanks.”
He could tell she didn’t believe it. Not one word. And there was something bigger there, underneath, buried so deep he wondered if anyone had ever discovered it. Like a physics equation, she begged for a solution, and he longed to be the one to find it. Of course, that’s why he sucked with people. He had no social filter and followed no rules. He dug until he hit dirt, by which point the person was usually so pissed at him he or she stalked off. Yep. He was a real winner.
“Do you ever let go and have something that’s bad for you?”
She pulled those luscious lips back and snarled. “Why don’t we move our attention from fries and concentrate on you? Now that you have the correct skin color again, we need to practice a bit on social conversation.”
“Nothing wrong with getting to the heart of a person. It doesn’t waste time.” His damp hair kept sliding in his face, so he pulled a rubber band from his pocket protector and tied it quickly back.
“Initial trust is built from the first dialogue. You’ll ruin it by mentioning sex, bodily parts, or making judgments on childbearing age, fear of commitment, or career choice.”
He frowned. “What do I have left to talk about?”
She smiled. A tiny piece of green lettuce stood out within her incisor. Her lipstick had rubbed off from the napkin. A vibrant intensity beat from her figure in waves. Today she wore a black lace shirt, short red skirt, and red pumps. She’d shrugged off her red jacket and he spotted an upper arm bracelet. The gold cuff reminded him of something a slave girl would wear. He glimpsed the black matching lace of her bra peeking out. He’d read a story once where the hero sucked the heroine’s nipples for an hour and made her come. Nate wondered if any of her lovers had ever treated her to such attention. Wondered if she’d be greedy, noisy, active. If she were his, he’d concentrate on wiping out every word in the English language from her mind so that she only moaned and whimpered his name.
His pants tightened to a painful degree. Down, boy. Never gonna happen in this lifetime. He had better get used to it. And stop reading those damn books.
“There are a million other topics to pick from,” she said. “We’ll practice now. Pretend we just met and decided to have dinner. What would you say to me?”