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Authors: Denise Verrico
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grinning in a wolfish way. “Fabulously.”
I continued on my merry way. “Music to my ears, listen you don’t have a wife do you?”
He laughed at my gaucherie. “No.”
Angels were singing somewhere. “You’re getting better by the minute. I can’t believe you’re single!”
“I was married once. She died long ago.”
Open mouth insert foot, Mia. “Sorry, didn’t mean to be so rude. I always say just what I think. It’s a bad habit.”
“Your candor is refreshing,” he said with a touch of world-weariness.
Ooh! What made him tick? Yet undiscovered levels to his character. Tres sophisticated. Our eyes met. Was my mouth watering?
The piano player started to play soft dinner music. Usually as the night wore on he’d play show tunes or Italian songs and guests would sing along.
“What’s your first name?”
“Ethan— Ethan Allen Sinclair.”
I actually sighed, “Ethan Allen Sinclair— sounds like a character from a book— can’t say I’ve ever met an Ethan before.”
“I’ve never met a Mia before. It’s a delicious experience.”
Oh, he was good, but it didn’t matter. I was falling anyway. I blushed.
“Where in the universe did you drop from?” If he’d said Alpha Centauri it wouldn’t have surprised me.
“Virginia.”
“Old money?”
A mysterious smile slid over his luscious mouth. “Very old.”
“You have that look. Why Ethan Allen, I mean, wasn’t he a Yankee ?”
He chuckled. “My father asked my mother that same question the day I was born. She thought an unusual name lent distinction.”
“Why me?”
A puzzled look passed briefly over his face. “Whatever do you mean?”
I gestured to a colleague of mine, a tall, blonde gazelle of a girl. “Why not my friend Janie over there? She’s the real beauty.”
He paused for a moment, smiling. “ You exceed her as much in beauty as the first of May doth the last of December .”
“Much Ado about Nothing. You know your Shakespeare.”
“I read extensively. I’m particularly fond of Shakespeare.”
“Not just a pretty face?”
“I hope not.”
“And it is a very pretty face.”
Large eyes widened and blinked in surprise. I actually upset his considerable composure. “I suppose I should thank you for the compliment, but I can’t say I’d agree with your choice of adjective.”
“Handsome doesn’t really say it, does it?”
Beautiful would only begin to describe him.
He laughed again. “It’ll do. Thank you.”
I stretched out my hand to him. Again he looked slightly surprised and amused yet took it in his. “I like your face very much.” He stroked the palm of my hand.
“Cute.” I grimaced. “That’s what they say.”
“Leonardo might have painted this face, pure in its lineaments, eyes that tantalize with secrets.”
“Quit, you’ll turn my head,” I said imitating his accent.
His eyes moved lovingly over my face. “That, my dear Miss Disantini, is my motive.”
I was taken aback. He had me at the disadvantage and it was so delicious. I tried to remove my hand but he hung on. Something happened in that moment. The attraction went beyond the realm of the physical. I broke that lovely silence because I feared to hold his gaze another second. “Where the heck is my food?” But I was lost. I’d fallen with a resounding thud.
The piano player struck up a show tune. My friends sang along loudly. Ethan looked over at them. “Your fellow thespians?”
I grimaced. “They’ve had a few by now.”
Suddenly Burt, the delightfully bitchy old queen who played Solness rushed over to the table. “Sing, Baby Bird. Warble a song for your lovely young man.”
I was embarrassed. Sometimes I’d get up to sing, but I was sure I couldn’t manage a note. He took me by the arm, announcing to the entire restaurant, “It’s her birthday!”
The piano crescendoed into Happy Birthday and everyone joined in. I was red-faced. Ethan just sat back and enjoyed my discomfort. “Happy Birthday,
I continued on my merry way. “Music to my ears, listen you don’t have a wife do you?”
He laughed at my gaucherie. “No.”
Angels were singing somewhere. “You’re getting better by the minute. I can’t believe you’re single!”
“I was married once. She died long ago.”
Open mouth insert foot, Mia. “Sorry, didn’t mean to be so rude. I always say just what I think. It’s a bad habit.”
“Your candor is refreshing,” he said with a touch of world-weariness.
Ooh! What made him tick? Yet undiscovered levels to his character. Tres sophisticated. Our eyes met. Was my mouth watering?
The piano player started to play soft dinner music. Usually as the night wore on he’d play show tunes or Italian songs and guests would sing along.
“What’s your first name?”
“Ethan— Ethan Allen Sinclair.”
I actually sighed, “Ethan Allen Sinclair— sounds like a character from a book— can’t say I’ve ever met an Ethan before.”
“I’ve never met a Mia before. It’s a delicious experience.”
Oh, he was good, but it didn’t matter. I was falling anyway. I blushed.
“Where in the universe did you drop from?” If he’d said Alpha Centauri it wouldn’t have surprised me.
“Virginia.”
“Old money?”
A mysterious smile slid over his luscious mouth. “Very old.”
“You have that look. Why Ethan Allen, I mean, wasn’t he a Yankee ?”
He chuckled. “My father asked my mother that same question the day I was born. She thought an unusual name lent distinction.”
“Why me?”
A puzzled look passed briefly over his face. “Whatever do you mean?”
I gestured to a colleague of mine, a tall, blonde gazelle of a girl. “Why not my friend Janie over there? She’s the real beauty.”
He paused for a moment, smiling. “ You exceed her as much in beauty as the first of May doth the last of December .”
“Much Ado about Nothing. You know your Shakespeare.”
“I read extensively. I’m particularly fond of Shakespeare.”
“Not just a pretty face?”
“I hope not.”
“And it is a very pretty face.”
Large eyes widened and blinked in surprise. I actually upset his considerable composure. “I suppose I should thank you for the compliment, but I can’t say I’d agree with your choice of adjective.”
“Handsome doesn’t really say it, does it?”
Beautiful would only begin to describe him.
He laughed again. “It’ll do. Thank you.”
I stretched out my hand to him. Again he looked slightly surprised and amused yet took it in his. “I like your face very much.” He stroked the palm of my hand.
“Cute.” I grimaced. “That’s what they say.”
“Leonardo might have painted this face, pure in its lineaments, eyes that tantalize with secrets.”
“Quit, you’ll turn my head,” I said imitating his accent.
His eyes moved lovingly over my face. “That, my dear Miss Disantini, is my motive.”
I was taken aback. He had me at the disadvantage and it was so delicious. I tried to remove my hand but he hung on. Something happened in that moment. The attraction went beyond the realm of the physical. I broke that lovely silence because I feared to hold his gaze another second. “Where the heck is my food?” But I was lost. I’d fallen with a resounding thud.
The piano player struck up a show tune. My friends sang along loudly. Ethan looked over at them. “Your fellow thespians?”
I grimaced. “They’ve had a few by now.”
Suddenly Burt, the delightfully bitchy old queen who played Solness rushed over to the table. “Sing, Baby Bird. Warble a song for your lovely young man.”
I was embarrassed. Sometimes I’d get up to sing, but I was sure I couldn’t manage a note. He took me by the arm, announcing to the entire restaurant, “It’s her birthday!”
The piano crescendoed into Happy Birthday and everyone joined in. I was red-faced. Ethan just sat back and enjoyed my discomfort. “Happy Birthday,
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