So did she, which explained why the vagueness with which he’d approached this evening was driving her crazy.
Sophie folded her hands on top of her menu and waited. Jason’s mouth twitched as if he were fighting a smile, but then he cleared his throat and got down to business.
“Like I said when we spoke at the hospital, I just had a few follow-up questions for you.”
“Okay, shoot.”
“Mainly, I wanted to know if there was anything else you could remember. Something you saw in the days leading up to the attack, or maybe something Qasim or one of the other men said. Either to you or his men.”
“I’m sorry.” She shook her head. “I’ve told you everything I know.”
He nodded. “Okay.”
A stretch of silence passed before Sophie asked, “Have you heard anything about Colton?”
“Unfortunately, no. For the most part, the violent activity in Djibouti has begun to subside, but—”
“Here you go.” Their server chose that moment to return with their wine. “Are you ready to order, or do you need more time?”
Jason looked to her for the answer.
“I’m ready.” She nodded. To the server she said, “I’d like a half portion of the pasta primavera with shrimp instead of chicken, please.”
“And for your side?”
“A house salad, light dressing.”
“Excellent choice. And for you, sir?”
Jason ordered a medium-rare steak, baked potato, and salad, the combination making her smile.
His dark brows furrowed just a smidge when their server left. “What?”
“Nothing.” Sophie waved it off.
“Tell me.”
When he spoke like that, his voice all deep and rumbly, it made Sophie think she would do or say anything he wanted.
Preferably in the bedroom.
Nearly choking on the thought, she told him, “I was just thinking if I had to order for you, those are the exact choices I would’ve gone with.”
His dark, rugged beard lifted with a grin. “Why is that?”
Sophie chuckled, admitting, “I have no idea.”
“Good instincts, would be my guess.”
“Maybe.” She took a sip of the delicious vino, the combination of sweet and tart notes crossing over her tastebuds perfectly. “This is delicious. Nice choice.”
“Guess I have good instincts, as well.”
Their eyes met, her heart beating a little harder. “I guess you do.”
For a moment, the two remained like that...staring back at each other as if they were the only two people in the room. But then the salads and complimentary bread were delivered, cutting the entrancing moment short.
“So.” Jason stabbed a piece of lettuce with his fork. “Back to what I was saying. We’ve had a few leads on Moore over the past few weeks, but so far, nothing has panned out.”