Thanks to everyone who helped me out with suggestions. Of course they just matched my chapter I wrote last week, so I just typed up the original. But due to the attention, I'm planning on updating again soon.
Rick and I watched Nick and Sara walk into the restaurant. They were such a gorgeous couple; Nick in his black slacks and deep blue shirt, Sara in a crystal-studded tight black dress and black strappy heels.
I smiled at Rick brightly when the maitre'd placed the pair at a table across the room. I nodded slowly at him, then sent a text to Sara saying that I got held up and couldn't make it to dinner. I even added the directive that she just have dinner with Nick and Rick. So maybe the last bit was a bit of a white lie, but it was for her own good.
Across from me Rick sent a similar text to Nick's cell. Then he grinned back at me, his green eyes twinkling with suppressed laughter.
"You are an evil woman Ms. Catherine Willows." He said with a smile as he raised his glass in toast.
"No, not evil." I corrected. "An incurable romantic maybe, but not evil." I clinked my champagne flute against his, and I smiled widely. "How about we toast to divorces that were well worth the effort."
Rick nodded, and his grin matched mine. "To worthwhile divorces." He echoed. "And to incurable romantics."
As the Maitre'd led us to our table, Nick guided me with his hand at the small of my back. The slight touch made shivers go up and down my spine, as if I had been touched by a live wire. And when we go to our table, intimately nestled in one corner, he pulled out my chair for me.
I smiled up at him as I sat down. I wasn't used to doors being opened for me, let alone having my chair pulled out for me. How sad is that? I'm excited over a guy moving a chair. How depressing, that I am so thrilled.
Nick sat down across from me, looking as delicious as can be. He smiled at me, making my heart nearly go into palpitations.
I looked away, aware of the intensity of his gaze. I kept reminding myself that this was Nicholas Stokes, child of a happy family and chaser of model thin women with silicone breasts. I looked around to check out the entrance and was about to ask where Cath was when my cell vibrated.
It was a text message from Cath:
ugh! tire went flat. at mechanic's getting a new one.
go ahead with dinner. ttyl.
"What is it?" I asked Sara, afraid that it was Grissom calling her in to work. I was so happy to have her here, out to dinner and all dressed up. I was just praying that we'd not be interrupted.
"Cath can't make it. Flat tire." She told me after checking her phone. Her tone of voice was odd, as if she wasn't really upset about it. The thought made me want to do a 'happy dance' like my dog back home always does when I show up. I restrained myself, barely, but still couldn't stop the grin on my face.
My phone vibrated just as I was about to say something. It was a message from Rick.
cath called me, her tire's flat. at mechanic's with her getting a new one.
giving her a ride home. tell me all about dinner later.
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