Taking Chances Page-23

Taking Chances

The davis twins series

“Oh, Court. It’s beautiful! You treat me like a princess,” I said with watery eyes. “You deserve only the best,” she whispered in my ear before sliding up to the bar to grab a tray of drinks for one of her tables. I knew when Seth arrived because the group of ladies sitting across from me stopped talking and turned to gaze at him. He walked to my table and grinned at me. “You’re even more beautiful than I remembered.” I blushed and then chuckled as Courtney walked behind him fanning herself with a hand, and silently mouthing the words “hubba hubba.” She was right. Seth looked like a Greek god, and I could not believe he was here with me. His dark hair was slightly damp, as if he’d just gotten out of the shower. He was clean-shaven and smelled like Irish Spring. His black tee shirt was just tight enough to show off his flat abs and bulging biceps. And, speaking of bulges, his jeans were snug enough to give a tantalizing hint of his junk. I had to pry my eyes away. As he sat down, he commented, “Wow, it looks like we scored the best seats in the house.” I grinned, “I know people.” Courtney stopped by with a quick, “Hi, I’m Court. Take good care of my girl or we’ll have words.” She waggled a warning finger at Seth with a smile, before hustling off to her next table. She had arranged for one of the other waitresses to take care of us. That had surprised me at first, but being her thoughtful self, she had probably figured I would be more comfortable without her stopping by the table periodically all evening. Seth and I split a bottle of white wine from a local vineyard and an appetizer platter full of fried, fabulous, fattening goodies. Then we topped it all off with a brownie sundae. It was a perfect evening filled with interesting conversation, laughter, and great food. Seth surprised me by turning towards the bar and asking, “How long do you think it will be before your friend and the bartender hook up?”