Her gaze rested on his mouth and the desire to press her lips against his tugged at her core.
“What about you?”
Her glance snapped back up. “What?”
“What’s your favorite food, besides Italian?”
His arresting smile sent her pulse racing.
“I love a good burger.” She brought her water glass to her mouth and took a sip.
“Then you gotta try the Beer Shack. Best fuckin’ burgers in town.”
“I’ve been wanting to go there.” She leaned back in the chair and relished the slow relaxation coursing through her body.All I have to do is ignore his broad shoulders, ruggedly handsome face, the tantalizing smell of his after-shave, and the fact that he exudes raw sex and masculinity to thenthdegree.Tapping her finger against the side of the water glass, she groaned inward.I’ve got this.
“Why haven’t you?” Crow picked up a tortilla chip and dipped it in the salsa.
“Work. My department is crazy busy. We don’t have enough help and we have too many cases. And then I help out at the deli whenever my aunt and uncle are short staffed. I don’t know, the weeks just seem to slip away.”
“I know you find time to go out. You were at La Pachanga with your friend last night dancing up a storm.” The corner of his mouth hitched up.
“I wouldn’t say that. I tripped through a couple of songs until I gave up and went back to the table. Silvia was on the dancefloor most of the night.”
“I’m sure you weren’t left alone at the table for long.”
Angie cleared her throat. “Where did you say you were at last night?”
“I didn’t.”
“Sorry for the delay,” a short waiter said as he took a pen from his front shirt pocket. “We’re totally slammed tonight. What would you like to drink?”
A few minutes later, Angie sipped a much needed margarita while Crow brought a bottle of Dos Equis to his mouth.
“Are you from Alina?” she asked.
“Nah—Mesa, Arizona. I moved here a little over ten years ago.”
“Is your family here too?”
“Just Valerie, and I got a sister who lives in Durango.”
Her eyes widened. “Valerie’s your sister?”
“Yeah. Who’d you think she was?”
Shifting her gaze away, she mumbled, “A girl you dated.”
Crow busted out laughing. “You thoughtthat? No fuckin’ way.”
Irritation inched up her spine. “I don’t think it’s that surprising since you seem to attract a lot of ladies.”
He took a long draw of beer, then leaned forward, his elbows propped on the table. “Let me clear the air about me and all the ladies you think I’m screwing. First off, I’m not interested in any of the chicks at Madera Crossing, and secondly, I don’t fuck every chick I flirt with or who flirts with me.”
“That’s a bit too much information. I mean, what you do is your business.”
“You keep saying that, but I’m not convinced you mean it.” He reached over and placed his hand over hers and squeezed it lightly then pulled it away. “No worries, though. I like the way you get bothered when you think I’m with all these women.”
Angie narrowed her eyes. “You’re pretty sure of yourself.”