"I'm going out, I'll be back tonight." she said, grabbing her purse and her keys.
"You're awfully dressed up." He told her and she shrugged.
"It's called a date. A nice relaxing dinner. And I need it after putting up with you for the past three days." He grinned.
"Oh, no sympathy for the injured?" He complained and she just laughed. He glared mockingly at her. "You'll be back tonight, right?"
"I hope not, I'm hoping he'll whisk me away someplace warm. It should not be forty degrees in September. It's supposed to be fall, not the start of winter." She grinned momentarily lost in a daydream of surf and sand.
"Yeah, yeah."
"When are you returning to that slightly warmer place called Brooklyn?" He laughed.
"Another week. Ten days for the stitches before I can drive, remember?" She groaned.
"Bye you big mooch." She said, walking out the door.
"Bye. And don't do anything foolish. You want this one to stick around, don't you?" She flipped her brother off as she closed the door.
She walked down the three flights of stairs, beginning to regret her decision to buy the walkup. But it was a gorgeous apartment. She hopped in her car and drove to the place she was supposed to meet him, a small restaurant and bar type place that was supposed to have great food and she grinned as she felt a flutter in her stomach. She'd already gone out with him. But this was their first real date, not just drinks, going out to dinner and all that jazz.
She bobbed her head in time to the music blasting throughout the car. Jordan had gotten her hooked on one of the local rock stations, and she had to admit, they played a nice selection, it wasn't KROK but it was the next best thing. She walked in to find him sitting at a small table for two, and he got up when she walked in. She gave him a peck on the cheek in greeting, enjoying the look that crossed his face, pleasantly surprised.
"So, how're you?" she asked him and he shrugged.
"Not bad. You?" She laughed.
"Between Renee badgering me about testimony and my brother being the idiot that he is, it's driving me nuts. He won't leave and she won't let up until after the jury's reached a verdict. The trial's a good three weeks away, it's something I can work on at my own pace." She said ordering a plate of beer battered clams while he ordered chicken. She grinned. "She doesn't give up, and I'm supposed to be the stubborn one who lives up to her name." He looked confused. "Fejes means stubborn, quite true for all of us who happen to be named it." He grinned, matching her own, and they lapsed into easy conversation about everything and anything.
She enjoyed being with someone that she could talk to, she loved the sound of her own voice and she knew it so when she met someone who could match her in conversational skills, she was happy. When they finally left the restaurant she found that she didn't want the night to end. "So where'd you park?" She asked him and he shook his head.
"Place is almost impossible to find parking, grabbed a bus." She laughed.
"Tell me about it. It's twice as hard when you've got a car twice the size of normal. Took me almost ten minutes to find one that the Rolls would fit into." They got into her car and she pointed it in the direction of his house. "Just give me directions."
They kept on talking while he told her where to go and the finally wound up in front of his place, and she again felt like a teenager, not knowing how to end a date. She hated that feeling. "Night." He said, and she leaned over and kissed him.
It was a deep, passionate kiss, the type that sucks the breath right out of you. She felt a hand tangle in her hair as her lips parted to allow a questioning tongue. They were both breathless when it finally broke and she grinned. "Nightcap?" He suggested and she laughed.
"Or something else." She said and enjoyed the effect of her words on him. He all but dragged her into his home and into the bedroom their clothes falling down around them as they went.