Fix It Up by Jessica Gadziala

Author:Jessica Gadziala [Gadziala, Jessica]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-05-15T16:00:00+00:00

NINE

Brinley

The Grill was straight out of nineteen-fifties grandeur. We walked into a darkness much like outside, everything painted deep browns with hints of gold accents. The large square bar was illuminated from the floor, casting a giant magnolia blossom tree in beautiful low light. Hanging down over the array of liquor bottles from the ceiling was a massive piece of ceiling art the scale of which I had never seen before. At least not in person. There were thousands of hanging bronze rods that from far away, you couldn't tell what they were, they almost looked thin, flimsy, delicate, like it was almost raining down.

We were led that way to have a drink to wait for our table.

"Do you see this?" I asked, head turned up, not caring if I was gawking, if it didn't make me look as fancy as everyone else casually seated around.

"Yeah, I see it," he agreed.

"No one else is looking," I told him, shaking my head. "I hope I never lose the wonder of admiring beautiful things," I added.

"Me either," he agreed. But when I looked, his eyes weren't up; they were on me.

There was no denying the fluttering feeling inside as I thought maybe, just maybe, I wasn't misinterpreting it, that he was talking about me.

"What can I get for you tonight?" the tall male waiter in an almost over-the-top white coat, white shirt, and black bowtie asked, standing before us.

We ordered, waiting in silence for them to be made. My drink - bright red in a martini glass - was barely slid toward me before I felt Warren's hand snag the end of my chair, dragging me closer until my side brushed to his. His arm slid around my lower back, slipping into the hipbone at the other side. Way, way too close to somewhere I desperately needed to feel him. Yet also way too far. His arm tightened, pulling me closer, his face moving in, lips almost brushing my ear.

"Don't look, but across the bar on the corner. That's Rachel's man," he told me as my head ducked, my cheeks heating because the way his breath moved over my ear made a shiver course through me, something I knew he had to have felt.

"How do you know?" I asked, wishing my voice wasn't so breathless.

"He's got a damn camera lens on the back of his phone that has been zeroed in on us since we sat down."

I didn't chance a look. I couldn't even think past the realization that I could feel his body heat through my dress.

His fingers shifted suddenly, sliding slightly upward.

"Don't," I pleaded, head falling down on his shoulder as another shiver worked through me.

"Why not?" he asked, his fingers pausing, staying planted on my ribs.

"You know why," I told his shoulder, trying to take a deep breath.

"Drink your drink, Brin," he told me, voice soft, pulling away a few inches.

Pride a bit decimated, I stiffened, turning forward, reaching for my drink. My eyes slid across the bar to

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