“Would I need to go home and change?”

He shook his head as his gaze scanned over her. “No, what you’re wearing is fine. You look great, by the way.” She had come dressed for business in that stylish pencil skirt and collared blouse. In his book she’d still managed to look sexy.

“Thanks.”

“So what’s your decision?”

Drawing in a deep breath, she nodded. “Yes, I’ll go to New Orleans with you.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

THIS IS NOT a date, Bryce kept telling herself as she and Kaegan left the club after listening to two hours of jazz music. It had been wonderful, and more than once instead of tapping her feet, she’d gotten on the dance floor to sway her body to the music.

He had surprised her when he’d gotten out there with her. Second time in a month that he’d done so. In the past, he never danced. He preferred just sitting back in the corner while watching her. It had felt good having him out there on the dance floor with her. However, she would admit she’d liked those times when he’d sat watching her and she would intentionally move her body knowing just how much he liked seeing her do it. Kaegan’s dark eyes had always been readable to her. She could recognize anger in them and could also recognize desire.

She loved New Orleans as a place to visit, but not a place to live. For her there was nothing better than Catalina Cove. It was a nice, peaceful town with great people who looked out for each other. Thanks to Reid and a number of citizens on the planning board, the cove retained that small-town atmosphere.

“Hungry?”

She glanced up at Kaegan. Why did he have to look so handsome in his shirt and jeans and with moccasins on his feet? He had a rawhide jacket with frills and with the way his hair was down and flowing around his shoulders made it obvious he was Native American. Full-blooded. Hot-blooded. Sexy as hell. She noticed more than one woman eyeing him at the club. Now women that they were passing on the sidewalk were openly staring.

“Yes, I’m hungry. What about you?”

He smiled down at her. “Yes, I’m hungry, as well. I suggest we go to Finley’s.”

She glanced at her watch. “Close to seven on a Saturday night? Good luck.”

He grinned down at her and she felt her stomach stir. “I have connections. I’m one of their biggest suppliers. We’ll be able to get in.”

She laughed. “Okay, let’s do it.”

Less than an hour later, good to his word, Kaegan had gotten them in, bypassing the extremely long line. Not only did he get them in, but they also had special seating in a small private room, where the sound of jazz music was playing through the speakers. Automatically, she began tapping her feet.

The food was delicious. Not only was the huge seafood platter they shared very good, but Kaegan also boasted that everything on their plate was his catch. “I don’t think I can eat another thing,” she said, leaning back in the chair and rubbing her stomach.