A piercing screech wailed in her ear and she dropped the phone in surprise. The receiver bounced on the hardwood, the shrill sound loud even from a distance and Max swore. She grabbed it, hit the talk button and hung up on whatever had gone off on her.
People needed to rethink the whole fax-machine business.
A firm knock on the front door announced Ryan’s arrival. She peeked through the side window to double check before swinging the front door open. His dark eyes flashed at her, the grin she’d seen that afternoon lighting up his face. One hand remained hidden behind his back and she paused before greeting him. “Hi, Ryan. I’m ready to go when you are.” She tried to casually glance around him and he laughed.
“Curiosity killed the cat.”
Max stood and crossed her arms in front of her chest, pretending to be upset. “That’s not the story I heard. Someone killed the cat because it teased for too long.”
Ryan reached his free hand to her and led her out the door, waiting for her to lock it behind them. “Yeah, I heard that version too. Poor cat, either way.”
He wore an old pair of runners that looked comfortable and lived in. Faded blue jeans fit nice and snug around his thighs, cupping his butt like a glove. His white button-down shirt fought his biceps. Max tried not to drool as she linked her fingers around the elbow he offered to escort her to his car. At the door he stopped and faced her.
“Now you can have your surprise.” He handed her a set of envelopes, all tightly sealed. “You get to help plan the evening. I’ve arranged the locations, you pick the order we do things.” Max turned over the envelopes, looking for a clue of what they contained.
“What’s inside?” she asked. “Tickets? Coupons?”
“I’m not giving away any secrets. Pick one and let’s get started.”
She selected one from the pile, and he tucked the rest away, seating her before walking around to the driver’s side. Maxine took a deep breath and ordered herself to calm down. The chance to enjoy time with another adult who wasn’t family—especially one who made her tingle just being close to him—was going to be wonderful. The edge of arousal bubbling through her all afternoon had left her aching for his touch. His presence. This mischievous side was a treat she hadn’t expected.
The last date she’d been on with Mr. Wishy-Washy, she’d planned the whole thing, and then Jamie had arrived an hour late and messed it up. Max glanced at Ryan as he sat behind the wheel smiling at her.
“Are you going to open it?” he asked.
She slipped the card from inside and read out loud. “Chinatown.”
Ryan nodded and put the car in gear. “A wonderful choice. I knew you had exquisite taste.”
Max laughed at him and made herself comfortable. “I never realized you were this much of a goof. Chinese food for supper?”
“Appetizers only. I’ve planned a progressive dinner, and we’ll walk between courses.”
“Seriously, a progressive dinner? I haven’t done one of those since I was a teenager,” Maxine said.
He gasped. “What? It’s the best way to dine out. There’s no way I can chose one type of food. This way I get to indulge in all my favorites in one evening.”
Maxine stared out the window at the passing scenery, enjoying the cool evening air rushing past. “I didn’t picture you as the type who had trouble making decisions.”
Ryan didn’t respond immediately and she wondered if she’d offended him. “Thank you. I’m very good at making decisions when it comes to things like security systems, and personal safety.” His tone of voice lightened and he joked, “But picking a favorite food, that’s damn near impossible.”
He fell silent, and she watched the traffic go by outside and tried to relax. She snuck secretive glances at Ryan, admiring his rugged good looks, his firm control behind the wheel. The kisses they’d shared were scorchers, but they were still getting to know each other. He was very different from her ex—older, rougher—something wild and untamed showing in his eyes at times. The wildness made her heart race with desire, not fear. She’d dated before, only never with a man like Ryan, someone more mature and experienced. Jamie had been her first serious relationship, her first lover, although curiosity more than passion had encouraged that venture.
Ryan pulled into a parking spot and turned his full attention on her.
“All our stops for the rest of the night are within walking distance. Let me know when you’re getting tired.”
Chinese spring rolls and pork dumplings were followed by a bowl of Thai sweet and sour soup. They shared an enormous Greek salad then wandered across the street to an Italian restaurant to enjoy a slab of lasagna big enough for a family. In between courses they strolled, arm in arm along the boardwalk, the crash of the ocean and the wind blowing over the sea adding to the magic of the evening.
Ryan shared stories from his military background involving his travels to other countries. The gentler stories, Max was sure, as they were all about the children and the villages, the communities where he’d been stationed before resigning. He was fascinating to listen to, and she found herself staring at his animated face as he described the settings with great detail.
Three hours passed in a blur. Eventually they sat on a bench overlooking the ocean. As the lights sparkled on the water Maxine sighed, far more relaxed and content than she’d been in ages. Had she ever had an evening like this where none of the conversation involved extended family? He hadn’t monopolized the conversation, but when he asked about her, he asked about her, not the clan.
It was strange, unfamiliar and very, very nice.
“It’s been a wonderful evening, Ryan. Thank you so much.” One strong arm slipped around her and she snuggled in a little closer to the warmth of his body as the breezes cooled. Oh yes, this was very nice as well. She stared into the waves and wondered if she had the nerve to ask him inside when he dropped her off. Not for a cup of coffee, but for more of those dynamite kisses and wherever else it might lead. Her breasts felt heavy and she squeezed her legs together to stop the ache between them. She’d never had sex on a first date. The woodsy scent of his skin floated past and she took a deep breath. She’d never wanted to have sex on a first date before. Would he think she was too forward? Too easy? Indecision rocked her.
“You’ve got one more envelope to open.”
She was sure she’d finished them. “Ryan, I couldn’t eat another bite if I tried. The cheesecake was fabulous but a few spoonfuls more than I should have enjoyed.”
He laughed and handed her one last slim paper. She slipped it open. “Porch swing.” She twisted in his arms. “What kind of food is that?”
Ryan tugged her to her feet. “It’s another location. I made an amazing discovery this afternoon when I checked outside your house.” His smile melted her defenses and heated her body. “There’s a bottle of wine waiting for us to enjoy as well.”
Maxine’s heartbeat increased in tempo. Maybe she wouldn’t have to say anything at all. If she only had the nerve to let herself do what she really wanted to do. She glanced into his dark eyes. Oh yeah, he was something she’d like to do, she was sure of it.
Chapter Five
He slowly removed the cork from the wine, using the time to breathe deeply and calm his overactive body and mind. Spending the whole evening in Maxine’s presence triggered the desire to do much more than simply sit on the giant porch swing and share a glass of wine as they admired the view of the lake. Ryan was pretty sure the wine would taste far better if he got to lap it off her skin, especially the warm scoop of her belly. And lower.