Part 12 (1/2)
”I'm sorry.”
”I'm not. I like your eyes on me.”
Mary's body s.h.i.+mmered to life. And she responded with total grace by launching a crouton into her lap.
”So what are you looking at?” he asked.
She used her napkin to dab at the dressing skid on her pants. ”Your table manners. They're very good.”
”Food is to be savored.”
She wondered what else he enjoyed like that Slowly. Thoroughly. G.o.d, she could just imagine the kind of love life he had. He'd be amazing in bed. That big body, that golden skin, those long, tapered fingers...
Mary's throat went dry and she made a grab for her gla.s.s. ”But do you always... eat so much?”
”Actually, the stomach's off. I'm taking it easy.” He shook a little more salt on the fettuccine. ”So you used to work with autistic children, but now you're at a law firm. What else do you do with your time? Hobbies? Interests?”
”I like to cook.””Really? I like to eat.”
She frowned, trying not to imagine him sitting at her table.
”You're irritated again.”
She waved her hand around. ”I'm not.”
”Yeah, you are. Don't like the idea of cooking something for me, do you?”
His unfettered honesty made her think she could tell him anything and he'd respond with exactly what he thought and felt. Good or bad.
”Hal, do you have any kind of filter between your brain and your mouth?”
”Not really.” He finished the Alfredo and moved the plate aside. The steak was up next. ”So what about your parents?”
She took a deep breath. ”My mother died about four years ago. My father was killed when I was two in a wrong-place-wrong- time kind of thing.”
He paused. ”That's hard. Losing both of them.”
”Yes, it was.”
”Both of mine are gone, too. But at least they made it to old age. Do you have sisters? Brothers?”
”No. It was just me and my mother. And now only me.”
There was a long silence. ”So how do you know John?”
”John... oh, John Matthew? Did Bella tell you about him?”
”After a fas.h.i.+on.”
”I don't know him all that well. He just kind of came into my life recently. I think he's a special kid, a kind one, even though I get the sense things haven't been easy for him.”
”You know his parents?”
”He told me he doesn't have any.”
”You know where he lives?”
”I know the area of town. It's not a very good one.”
”Do you want to save him, Mary?”
What an odd question, she thought.
”I don't think he needs to be saved, but I'd like to be his friend. Truthfully, I barely know him. He just showed up at my house one night.”
Hal nodded, as if she'd given him an answer he'd wanted.
”How do you know Bella?” she asked.”Don't you like your salad?”
She looked down her plate. ”I'm not hungry.”
”You sure about that?”
”Yes.”
As soon as he'd finished his burger and fries, he reached over for the small menu by the salt and pepper shakers.
”Is dessert more to your liking?” he asked.
”Not tonight.”
”You should eat more.”
”I had a big lunch.”
”No, you didn't.”
Mary crossed her arms over her chest. ”How would you know?”
”I can sense your hunger.”
She stopped breathing. G.o.d, those eyes of his were gleaming again. So blue, so bright, the color endless, like the sea. An ocean to swim in. To drown in. To die in.
”How do you know I'm... hungry?” she said, feeling as if the world were slipping away.
His voice dropped until it was almost a purr. ”I'm right, aren't I? So why does it matter how?”
Fortunately, the waitress arrived to pick up the dishes and broke the moment. By the time Hal had ordered an apple crisp, some kind of brownie thing, and a cup of coffee, Mary felt like she was back on the planet.
”So what do you do for a living?” she asked.