A Taste of Spring

Chapter 8

SPRING

"I was wondering," Spring said after eating in silence for most of the meal. It was different-the silence-but it wasn't an uncomfortable silence where she felt the need to fill it. When Dez nodded she continued, "Do you step up, playing the boyfriend for damsels in sticky situations often?"

"Not habitually, no." He tilted his head as if thinking. A smile stretched out his full lips, allowing his sparkling teeth and sexy dimples to make an appearance. "I wouldn't look the other way if a woman was being attacked, but usually I try to mind my own business."

"But you didn't tonight." Spring was curious to know why.

He seemed to think about it before he answered. "I suppose there was something about you that made me want to be your...man."

While Spring frowned at the answer, Dez lifted his glass to his lips and drank.

"Do you have one?"

"Have what?"

"A man in your life?" Dez held her gaze, waiting for an answer.

would I go to a stranger's loft, at night, and alone if I had a man? What did he take her for? She pressed her lips together and was about to ask exactly that but held her tongue.

"Can we continue with the mystery?

as she continued to eat. Would he get suspicious or freaked out? (Will he ask

nothing for a minute or so then he spoke. "Nothing personal tonight,"

that she was in full out panic

you seeing someone and if you

no one, that's important to you," Spring said with relief. That

it is,"

was raised with, and that wasn't necessarily a bad thing.)

bad or personal, so Spring went a step further. "I haven't been in a

great but...it also

the rules." She placed her empty glass back on the table. When Dez attempted to

of the table and settled back into his seat. He glanced at her nearly empty plate. "How was your

that the food was so good, I would

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