Fresh Ice by Sarah J. Bradley

Author:Sarah J. Bradley [Bradley, Sarah J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
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ISBN: 1480133884
Publisher: 52 Novels
Published: 2012-12-01T00:00:00+00:00

NINETEEN

Izzy couldn’t hear what Quinn said to the waiter and his two helpers, but within moments they cleared everything out of the kitchen and left. She watched as if riveted to a silent movie, and sipped the ginger ale. It wasn’t like the normal ginger ale, it was a deeper color, and had a very pleasing bite.

Probably better I’m drinking this than wine. I have to keep a clear head.

Am I really going to go through with this?

I haven’t been with a man since Jason.

I hadn’t been with a man before Jason.

“There, everyone is gone, and dinner is served.” Quinn opened the sliding door and ushered her back into the apartment. “I hope you like surf and turf. Somehow it seemed appropriate for the two of us.”

He pulled a chair out for her and Izzy sat down to an elegantly set table. Candle light sparkled off the perfectly placed silverware and crystal glasses. “This is beautiful.”

“Surprised?” He sat across from her.

“Maybe a little. I mean, I rarely see you outside Waffle House.”

“I never struck you as a crystal/candle/silverware owning sort of guy. I suppose that’s fair. My mom sort of set me up when I moved here.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah. My mom was one of those women who just knew how things should be, you know? She made sure I always had the right clothes, that sort of thing. Now my dad, well, he’s a beer and brawling guy. He loves that I played hockey. He hates that I like wine with dinner. Speaking of which…” he nodded to the ice bucket which held two green cans, “If the Vernor’s isn’t to your liking, I do have some wine.”

“Only if you’re having some.”

“Don’t touch it anymore.”

Izzy did not miss the change in his tone. “Sounds like something to add to the list of things we should talk about?”

Quinn shrugged. “It’s an old story. Young idiot gets a truck load of money to play hockey. Young idiot spends several years being a young idiot on the party scene. Eventually, he stops being young, and realizes he has to stop being an idiot.”

“I’ll stick with the Vernor’s. I’ve never had it before. It’s good.”

“Ah, you’re not from Michigan then.”

Izzy shook her head. “No, Tennessee born and raised, until I moved to Wisconsin with… Jason.”

“It’s okay to say his name, you know.”

She fidgeted with a napkin. “I know. It seems strange. I haven’t…I haven’t talked about him since I moved here.”

“Do you want to talk about him now?”

“No.” She lifted her glass to the light. “Tell me about Vernor’s.”

Quinn filled her crystal glass with the fizzy beverage. “Best and only ginger ale worth drinking. I actually have this shipped in from Detroit. I’m a Michigan boy, except for my college years, and as far as I’m concerned, buying it anyplace but in Michigan makes it taste funny.”

“A purist.” Izzy sipped her drink and smiled.

Quinn filled his own glass and raised it to her. “A toast.”

“Another toast?”

“Sure, why not? How about a toast to bridges.”

“Bridges?”

Quinn’s eyes sparkled with mischief, “Building them, maybe crossing them.

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