He laughed. “You’re so darn funny.” He paused for a second, as if trying to think about how to tackle the next bit of the conversation. “Well, I guess what I mean is a little more like a gray hair, but on a much bigger scale.”
I shook my head. Heck, the gray hair thing wasn’t even happening to me yet. “Nope, nothing drastic like that. Why? Are you trying to find out if I’m getting old?”
“No, there’s just something…”
“Well, do tell.”
Damien looked over my shoulder and then shook his head. “Listen, I can’t really get into this with you right now. I need to speak to you in private.”
“Ooookay.” That sounded weird and mysterious, though of course I would agree to meet him again, if that’s what he wanted to do.
“Will you have dinner with me tomorrow night?”
My heart sang a tune of happiness I hadn’t heard in a long time. I nodded, trying to contain the excitement making my hands clammy. “Sure, that would be great. You know what day it is, right?”
He frowned, looking confused for a moment. “What do you mean? You know the importance of tomorrow, too?”
“Of course I do! I think every girl on this planet knows tomorrow’s Valentine’s Day!” Was he playing games with me?
“Oh, yeah, of course. Valentine’s Day…I didn’t interfere with your plans, did I?” He lifted an eyebrow in question.
What plans? “Nope, you didn’t wreck anything. Want my address?” In fact, he’d just made my romantic dreams come true.
“Sure.”
I grabbed a napkin and a pen lying on the bar to scribble my name and address. I didn’t want him to forget our date. Oh, God. We were going on a Valentine’s Day date. I’d never gone on a date during the day of love. Like I mentioned before, for some reason, my relationships were always over around this time of the year, but this year was going to be different. I just knew it. Damien and I would finally confess the mutual love neither one of us could escape.
Or maybe you’re already getting ahead of yourself.
I handed him the napkin. “Here you go.”
“Six sound fine to you?”
“Perfect, I’ll be ready.” And waiting…
Damien smiled, jumped off his stool, and leaned over to press his lips lightly against mine.
I froze on the spot, even as his hand wrapped around my upper arm. “You look gorgeous tonight. Make sure you take a cab home, okay? It’s not safe out there.”
“I only live a few blocks away.” My voice was a little husky, breathless.
He stepped back with a serious look in his eyes. “Please. There are a lot of bad things brewing that put you right in the path of danger. Tell me you won’t walk home.”
“I won’t walk home,” I said as if hypnotized. Even if I had no idea what he was talking about.
“Good. I’ll see you tomorrow, and we’ll talk some more, okay?”
He waited for me to nod before walking away, leaving me lost in a cloud of his sweet aftershave.