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.

What did he take her for? She pressed her lips together and was about to ask exactly that but held her tongue. His question was probably not

gave her best innocent pout. "Can we continue

eat. Would he get suspicious or freaked out? (Will he ask me to leave?) She was going to blow this. Great way to show

gave her was little to nothing. His face was a stoic blank slate. He said nothing for a minute or so then he spoke. "Nothing personal tonight," he

the fact that she was in full out panic mode,

someone and if you

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

it is," Dez

be those values he was raised with,

bad or personal, so Spring went a step further.

but...it also has

her head then drank the last bit of wine in her glass. "Shut that curiosity down. Those are the rules." She placed her empty glass back on the

in knowing your limits." He placed the wine bottle back in the center of the table and settled

that the food was

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