Page 19 of Frosty Felicity
“Yup. I know all too well. I’m sorry about the loss of your mother.”
“Thank you.”
“My parents are great, even my stepdad, Ian. My sister, Faith, is awesome, too. A bit on the naïve side, but it doesn’t take away from her being an amazing person, and she’s a great mother, too. My brother is a whole different story… geesh.” She rolled her eyes again. “If there was a photo of entitlement, he’d be it. We’ve never gotten along. It seems I’m the only one who is honest with him, and he hates that.”
“Yeah, there’s always at least one. Family is a blessing but dealing with them can be super stressful at times.” He undid his shirt wrist buttons, rolled them up, and took another bite of his food.
“You have tattoos?” She stopped what she was doing in mid-chew. He looked at his wrists, noticing he now had several of the edges of his tribal bands showing.
“Yeah. That a deal breaker or something?”
“No. I like that, actually.” Her eyes narrowed. “What are they of?”
“Well, my left arm has some Scottish tribal tattoos, and my right arm has my grandfather’s police badge and a drawing of his hat, and my ex-wife’s initials which I am going to get covered eventually. Then above that is my mother’s name in a rose, and some other stuff. I’ve got a twisted tree on my back, with Adam and Eve.”
“Adam and Eve. Interesting choice. So, you like ink? Nice.” She bit into the tip of her nail, looking seductive as ever. “Are you religious?”
He shrugged as he chewed on a piece of lamb.
“I wouldn’t say, religious per se, but I definitely believe in God, and I go to church sometimes. I’m a little on the traditional side, I guess you could say.”
“I like that.”
“Do you? I wasn’t sure you would.”
“Why do you think that?”
“Because sometimes people that are… how can I say this…” He clasped his hands together, and chose his words carefully. “People that are very science leaning don’t believe in miracles. Curses. Blessings. God. They think God and science can’t both exist. I’m not like that. I think they can.”
“I understand what you’re saying. It’s just that I take nothing at face value. Not because I was told it was true, raised a certain way, lived in a certain place. I have the freedom to decide all these things for myself.”
“You do. I know God is real, and I’ll just leave it at that. We don’t have to get into all of that tonight, though. You look beautiful by the way.” He picked up his glass and sipped on his drink.
“Thank you.”
“I know I told you that, but I wanted to say it again, because you’re just… I don’t know, you’re amazing to look at. Even better to talk to.”
“Thank you again.” Smiling, she cut into her meat and ate while they talked. Time seemed to go by way too fast. It wasn’t long before they’d both finished their meals. He paid for their dinners, and they stood to leave. As he helped her with her coat, he caught a whiff of her perfume, and it was damn near intoxicating. Rich. Sultry. Sexy.
When the car was brought around from valet parking, he opened the passenger’s side door for her, and once they were situated, he turned on the heat, and took the liberty to turn on her seat warmer, too. She rubbed on her arms and blew into her palms to warm up.
“It’ll be comfortable in no time.”
Turning on the radio, with ‘White Tee’ by Summer Walker greeting them, he pulled into the stream of traffic.
“You’ve got to be kidding me?” She laughed.
“What?”
“You like rap music?! You look nothing like the type!”
“It’s okay!” he said with a lopsided grin.
“I am not a big fan of rap music. Well, not the stuff that came out in the last few years. Some of it is okay. I prefer R&B, jazz, classical, electronica, and some oldies. Did you put this on because you thought I’d like it?”
He looked at her, not certain if she’d believe him either way.
“Be honest…”
