Sparks Fly

Lanie

With his hand pressed lightly against my lower back, Andrew led me into the low-lit restaurant to a square table for two. As we settled in, my foot brushed his. I opened my mouth to apologize, but the smoldering expression on his face stopped me.

“Footsie, already?” he asked.

I laughed as the waiter handed me the menu. “Yeah, why waste time getting to know each other?”

Though I was the one who’d said it, the ballsy statement still made me blush. Burying my face in the menu, I got busy reading.

With our entrees ordered and a bottle of red wine on the table, Andrew raised his glass in cheers. “To tonight.”

“To tonight,” I whispered, clinking my glass against his.

I took a long sip, hoping the wine wouldn’t stain my teeth, and cleared my throat. “How is Raven?”

“She’s good.” Andrew’s dark eyes sparkled in the complimentary lighting. “Thank you.”

I nodded, and an unspoken agreement seemed to surface between us. There would be no more talk about work or his daughter that nigh