Romancing My Love (Love in Bloom: The Bradens) Contemporary Romance (3 page)

They followed her to a table, and Pierce pulled out a chair for Rebecca, but by the time he looked up, she was already sitting down across from where he held the chair. He cocked his head in question, but she didn’t seem to notice that either as she glanced around the pub. He wasn’t sure if she was making a statement or completely oblivious to his efforts. Either way, he was damn curious about this beautiful woman who wasn’t giving him one inch to impress her.

He handed her a drink menu. “What’s your pleasure?”

Normally, he’d have taken her in his Jag to a four-star restaurant, ordered a nice bottle of wine, and pretty much followed his usual routine, ending the night with her beneath him in a bedroom at the resort. But there wasn’t anything typical about Rebecca, and he had no desire to try anything
routine
with her. 

“I’ll just have a glass of wine.” She set the menu down.

Ah, she’d given him an inch to choose white or red wine.

“Wine it is.” He flagged the waiter.

“Good evening, Mr. Braden.” The waiter smiled at Rebecca. “What can I get for you?”

Pierce opened his mouth to respond, but Rebecca beat him to it.

“I’ll have white wine, please,” Rebecca answered.

He should have expected her to order for herself, but she’d thrown him off his game. He smiled at Brian, the waiter, then cleared his throat to regain his momentum. “We’ll have a bottle of F.X. Pichler M Smaragd Grüner Veltliner, please.”

“Yes, sir.” Michael disappeared into the back. Pierce knew that Brian would descend the steps to the wine cellar below the pub and find that particular bottle of wine in the rear, right corner, where they kept a stock of his favorite wines.

Rebecca didn’t bat an eye. He could have ordered ice water and she would probably have the same laid-back look in her eyes. She’d gone from nervous to comfortable in a few short blocks—and he’d gone from mildly confused to intensely intrigued.

“Do you work at the casino?”

You might say that
. “Yes, in the executive offices.”

“Oh, nice.” She crossed her legs beneath the table and he felt the tip of her shoe touch his leg. Her eyes widened. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to kick you.”

“It’s okay. It’s better than a knee to the groin.”

Rebecca covered her face with a hand and laughed. “I’m not going to live that down, am I?”

The waiter brought their wine to the table and poured them each a glass. “Can I get you anything else?”

“Rebecca? Would you like dinner?” he asked.

“Oh…” She lowered her eyes to her wineglass. “No, thank you. This is more than enough.” She lifted her glass and took a sip.

“Thank you, Brian,” Pierce said to the waiter. “I think we’re okay for now.”

“This is delicious,” Rebecca said.

“I’m glad you like it.” He held up his glass. “To you. May you get the job you want, and I hope it’s more than you ever dreamed of.” They clinked glasses.

“I hope so. There were a few positions they were considering me for, and Chiara, the person I met with, was really great. She said the managers are all really nice, so that’d be a refreshing change.”

“Is your current boss unpleasant?”

She took another drink of wine. “Ex-boss. Anyone’s better than him.”

“What happened with your last boss?” The employer in him waved a red flag. He wondered if he should pay a visit to Chiara and get the scoop on Rebecca’s previous employer.

She sighed and leaned forward. The edge of her foot rubbed against his leg again, but if she noticed, she didn’t react. Pierce, however, was hyperaware of the foot sliding down his calf.

“He was sort of the reason I was in such a bad mood last night. He yelled all the time, so I finally quit.” She leaned back and her foot slid up and then down his calf again.

He forced himself to focus on what she’d said and not the sparks her foot was causing. “What did you do for him?”

As she spoke, she pulled clips from her hair. “Bartending, at King’s Bar.” Her hair tumbled down over her shoulders—tousled in a
just had a good romp
fashion—to the middle of her breasts.

Holy hell, she was breathtaking.  He shifted his eyes away to keep her from reading his thoughts.

“It wasn’t like it was rocket science,” she explained. “Just something to hold me over until I could find something in my field.”

Pierce was still picturing her hair spread across his pillow. “What’s…what’s your field?”

“I’ve been going to school for business. Anyway, I could do no right by him. He didn’t like us talking to the customers, and, well, I think people come into bars to unload, you know?” She unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse, taking her from prim and proper to holy mother of all things sexy.

She had to know what she was doing to him, but her eyes were still serious and not at all overtly sexual. How the hell she was doing that, he had no clue. Most women spent years trying to achieve what she obviously came by naturally.

“Oh, that’s better. Much less stuffy. You should take your coat and tie off. Relax.”

Christ
. She didn’t seem to have any clue that what she said was usually a show of hand on a date, an indication that she was an ace in the hole.

She didn’t give him time to respond. “Some of the customers had heavy stuff going on in their lives. Divorces, diseases, down on their luck. Talking seemed to help them get into a better frame of mind.”

“So you were
too
empathetic? Did it hold you up from helping other customers?” Pierce rubbed the muscles at the back of his neck that had begun to knot. He didn’t like the idea of anyone yelling at Rebecca, and yelling at her for talking to customers was, at the very least, unreasonable and, more likely, simply an asshole move.

“Goodness, no. I can multitask. He was just a jerk. A jerk that I have the pleasure of going back to see in order to collect my last paycheck.”

Not alone, you’re not
. She was confident and obviously capable of handling picking up a paycheck by herself, but even if she
could
do it, it didn’t mean she had to, and the more he got to know her, the more Pierce didn’t want her subjected to a man like her previous boss.

They finished the bottle of wine, and Pierce asked her again if she’d like to order dinner.

“Oh no, thank you. You’ve done enough already. This was really nice.”

“It’s still early. Are you up for a walk in the park?” He didn’t want the evening to end, and though it was totally out of his realm of understanding, it wasn’t only because he wanted to sleep with her. He wanted to get to know her better. She was real, and it was refreshing to talk to someone who wasn’t trying to impress him.

She held his gaze just long enough for the space between them to sizzle, before dropping her eyes. “Sure.”

He paid for the wine, and this time when they reached the door, he made sure he reached it first and held it open for her.

“Thank you,” she said.

“My pleasure.” He settled his hand on the curve of her back and felt her tense beneath his touch again. She was giving off so many mixed signals that he couldn’t read her.

They waited by the curb to cross the road toward the park. An old man stood with a cane, squinting in the direction of the crosswalk sign. When the light changed, indicating they could cross the street, he remained still. Pierce was about to ask him if he needed assistance when Rebecca tapped his shoulder.

“One second,” she whispered to Pierce. She moved beside the old man. “Sir? Are you crossing? The light has changed.”

The old man looked at her with a confused gaze, and suddenly his eyes widened. “Yes, thank you.”

Rebecca walked with him, protectively holding one of his arms while they crossed the road. When they got to the other side, the man thanked her, and she rejoined Pierce without a word.

“That was nice of you.”

“What?”

He shook his head. “Helping that man.”

“Oh. Anyone would do it. If I didn’t, you would have.”

Would they? He wasn’t so sure.

“Tell me something about yourself,” he said as they followed the footpath into the dimly lit park. “Not about work or school, but…” He shrugged and let her fill in the gap.

She leaned toward him. “Tell me about
you
, Pierce Braden.”

He laughed. “You don’t like to give up control, do you?”

“It’s not a very comfortable thing for me. Do you like to give up control?” She blinked up at him with a lascivious look in her eyes, and Pierce fought the urge to reach out and touch her cheek.

“Not easily.” He lowered his voice. “And certainly not in public.”

She held his steady gaze. “Well, then, I guess we have something in common.”

He’d like to see just how much more they had in common. They walked in silence for a few minutes as they passed beneath old-fashioned streetlights that illuminated the path.

“What did you do before bartending?” They crossed a narrow bridge, and Pierce stopped in the middle and took off his suit coat. He placed it over the railing and looked out over the water.

“Whatever I could.” Rebecca stood beside him and her gaze turned thoughtful. “Caretaking, mostly.” She ran her thumb over a slim silver ring with a channel of blue stones running down the center that she wore on her index finger.

“Caretaking?”

Her smiled faded and her lips pressed tightly together. Rebecca’s chest expanded as she drew in a deep breath, and as if the breath was exactly what she needed to tear herself from whatever she’d been thinking, she blew that breath out and turned toward him with a semi smile. Her hair fell over one eye. Pierce reached up and tucked it behind her ear, and her smile widened.

He wondered what would make such a strong woman look so vulnerable in seconds, and why she would reveal that she’d been a caretaker if she didn’t want to talk about it. What type of internal reserves did Rebecca possess in order to push aside whatever she was hiding and flash a smile that made Pierce once again want to take her in his arms and make the pain go away?

“Are you okay?” His voice sounded oddly quiet.

She dropped her eyes to the ring again and waved a hand in dismissal. “Oh, yeah. I’m fine.” She turned away from him, and though he couldn’t see her face, he sensed her gathering her wits about her like a bird gathers pieces of its nest.

He folded his jacket over his arm and, wanting to comfort her, reached for her hand. “Let’s walk.”

When she took his hand, he was both relieved and surprised.

“So, to answer your question—”

“It’s okay, Rebecca. You don’t have to tell me anything you’d rather not.” She didn’t respond, but again, he sensed her fighting some sort of internal battle. Her hand was soft and her grip relaxed, but as they strolled around the lake, her hand tensed several times, then relaxed again. He noticed that each time her hand tensed, a flash of worry passed over her face.

“You’re a pretty nice guy,” she finally said.

Her observation made him smile. “I’m not sure everyone would agree with you.”

She shifted her eyes to his with a coy smile. “Because you’re a womanizer or because you’re a shrewd businessman?”

He drew back and couldn’t hide his wide-eyed surprise at her brazen question. If she were anyone else, he might dispute the first accusation. Despite her earlier innuendos that he was sure she was oblivious to, he had the impression that she was streetwise and savvy. He had a feeling she’d see right through his cover.

No one saw through Pierce but his family.

“Probably a little of both, I’d imagine.” He watched her smile grow.

“Honesty. That’s refreshing.” She slowed by a grassy knoll beneath the umbrella of a tall tree. “Do you mind if we sit for a few minutes? I like it out here.”

Before sitting, she leaned on his shoulder and slipped off her heels; then she sat in the grass with her knees to one side, leaning her weight on one hand in the grass. Pierce sat beside her. He leaned back on his palms—his hands close to hers—and crossed his feet at the ankle.

“I think the last time I sat in the grass was after wrestling my brothers.”

“When you were a kid?”

“No.” He laughed. “We pretty much wrestle whenever we see each other.”

“Really? How fun. How many siblings do you have?” An easy smile lifted her lips, and she sighed, seeming more at ease than she’d been earlier, which added to her complexity.

“Four brothers and one sister, and yeah, we do have fun.” He thought back to the last time they were all together, at his brother Luke’s house when Jake came for a visit. Jake had jumped Pierce the minute he’d seen him, and their other brothers had been quick to join in on the fun. They’d rumbled on Luke’s lawn like teenagers until they were covered in grass stains and laughing like fools. They were always laughing like fools when they got together.
Good times
.

“Wow. I don’t have any siblings. I can only imagine how fun that must have been. Where did you grow up?” She ran her finger along the seam of her skirt.

“In good old Trusty, Colorado, a typical small town, where everyone knows everyone else’s business. The local diner should be called gossip central. We lived in a slightly bigger town for a few years, Weston, Colorado. I still have family there. How about you? Where did you grow up?” He didn’t want to think about Weston, the town in which he was born. He had fond memories of spending time with his uncle Hal Braden, and his six cousins when he lived in Weston, but the memories he had of his father were not all peaches and cream.

“I grew up here. Talk about polar opposites.” Rebecca smiled up at him. “I would have given anything to live where people watched over me.”

“Oh, it gets old; trust me. When you’re a teenager, it’s a nuisance that everyone knows your business, and as an adult…well, it’s always a bit of a nuisance to know that anything you say or do might be the daily dish the next day. But it’s a friendly town, and there is a certain comfort that takes away the annoyance of the gossip. Most of my family still lives in Trusty. How about your parents? Are you close with them?”

She rubbed her thumb over that ring again.  “I was super close to my mom.” Her voice cracked. “But I don’t know my father.”