Lukas

I get an instant stress headache and a strange feeling in my stomach. “No, sweetie, I really don’t talk to him. He’s just my tattoo artist. He only stopped by to fix the shed.”

“Well, maybe at your next appointment you could sorta say something?” she asks hopefully.

“Macy, I’m not sure I feel comfortable with that. I’m your mother, and that would be kinda inappropriate. Just behave yourselves while I’m gone, please. There’s food in the fridge.”

“Whatever. Have fun.” She puts her ear buds back in and goes back to her book, dismissing me for now.

Fun. I have no faith that tonight will be fun at all, and I wish I could just stay home. Waiting in the living room, I watch the street from the window until I see Tim’s car pull into my driveway. With a heavy sigh, I put my coat on and head outside into the frigid night air, not even giving him the chance to come to my front door. Do men even do that anymore for a date? Not that this is a date, but I’m curious.

“I would have come to your door,” is the first thing he says when I get in the passenger seat of his SUV, so I guess some men still do show up at the door

I shrug. “It’s all right.”

“I thought we’d try that new bar and grill place,” he says, backing the car out into the street.

I force a smile at him. “That sounds great.” I’m not even hungry, because my stomach is still in knots over Lukas. I tried to distract myself all day by cleaning the house and doing laundry to get my mind off him, but instead, I found myself daydreaming about him randomly throughout the day. Suddenly, I was having quick flashbacks of how his lips felt on mine, sending warm shivers coursing through my body.

“I’m glad you finally agreed to go out with me. I’ve thought you were attractive since the day you interviewed me.” Tim smiles over at me and then averts his eyes back to the road. “I was disappointed to find out you were married, to be honest.”

Ugh. How do I even reply to that? I’m a little disturbed that he was checking me out during the interview process. That seems a bit unprofessional to me. I really should not have agreed to this dinner. I already know that there is no chemistry here, and I’m not going to want to go out with him again, so it’s going to be really awkward if I ever have to fire him. I’m sure he won’t be attracted to me then.

“Well, like I said, Tim, I don’t believe in dating co-workers.”

“I’m hoping I can change your mind.”

Saying nothing, I turn to stare out the window, just as we are driving past Lukas’ tattoo parlor. Could the timing be any worse? Red holiday lights shine from around his business sign, and little lights glow amber in the upstairs windows of his apartment. As we drive further away, a sense of sadness creeps up on me. If I had said yes to Lukas earlier, we’d probably be having dinner together right now. I could be smiling at how his hair falls over his face, covering those dark sexy eyes of his.

The new restaurant is packed. Even with the reservation that Tim made, we have to wait thirty minutes to get a table. It’s so loud, from the music playing over the speakers and people talking around us, that we really can’t talk while we wait, which he takes as an opportunity to play around on his phone.

“The emails never stop,” he finally says to me. “It’s hard to get away from work.”

I smile sympathetically at him. Tim is an electrical engineer, and a good one from what I’ve heard. His performance reviews have been consistently excellent since he was hired five years ago. He’s definitely not a slacker.

“It’s okay. I understand,” I reply.

Finally, our little pager goes off and we’re taken to a table not far away from the bar. There aren’t many places to eat in this small town, so it appears that everyone is flocking here to eat and hang out.

“You look great,” Tim says after I take my winter coat off and sit down across from him at the tiny table. I notice his eyes lingering at the v of my sweater. I normally don’t wear anything that shows off even the tiniest bit of cleavage at the office, but when I go out, I like to look a little more human and less like an office worker. Now, though, I’m afraid I’m sending the wrong message. Not that my boobs are huge or really very visible, but there is a bit of cleavage showing, which he has managed to zone in on.

“Thanks,” I say, opening my menu and strategically holding it so he can’t look at my chest anymore. I hate this awkwardness. Tim is not a bad looking guy at all, to be honest. In fact, he’s actually pretty good looking. His short brown hair is perfectly styled in the latest men’s do, with a little bit messed up at the front. He’s tall and lean, with bright sky-blue eyes. He always dresses well, and looks as though he has stepped out of a men’s clothing ad. A lot of the women at the office flirt with him and hang out in his office for unnecessarily long periods of time. I peek up at him as he peruses the menu. Maybe I’m being too hard on him and need to drop my defences a little. He is a nice guy—a little annoying sometimes, but still a decent, hard-working guy. Lindsay is right; I need to give people a chance and not run away from everyone just because Paul hurt me.

“What are you going to have?” I ask him while I attempt to narrow down my own choices.

“I think I’m going to get the rib eye. I’ve been dying for a good steak. How ‘bout you? Please don’t get a salad,” he jokes.

I smile over the menu at him. “I think I’m going to have the vegetable ravioli. That sounds really good.”

He nods in agreement. “It does. I’ve heard everything here is good.”

The waitress arrives to takes our order, and I order a white wine with my dinner, hoping it will calm my nerves.

“So, how have you been doing?” Tim asks. “You know, after everything that’s happened?”

The way he says it makes me feel like I’ve been in an accident or something. Like there was an incident. I wonder if people in the office have been talking about me, feeling sorry for me. I want to crawl under the table and hide.

“Okay, I suppose. It’s been a hard adjustment for me and the kids, but I’m slowly getting used to the perils of being single,” I reply, slightly sarcastically.

“How old are your kids?”

“Seventeen and seven.”

He bites into a roll. “Seventeen?” he repeats, with his mouth full of bread. “Damn. I didn’t realize your daughter was that old.”

I nod and sip my wine. “Yes, I had her right out of high school.” I’m not sure when seventeen became an age that was considered old.

“I don’t have any kids,” he says, taking another roll from the basket in the center of our table. “I can’t imagine having a teenager right now at my age, though.”

“I’m surprised you’re not married.” I wonder why a man in his mid-thirties isn’t married, and to the best of my knowledge, never has been. Maybe that’s a red flag that he’s just a player, or just not a good catch.

He laughs. “Yeah, I’ve heard the rumors floating around the office that I’m gay.” Yeah, or that.

“Are you?”

He almost chokes on his bread, throwing his head back laughing. “Ivy, I can assure you, I am not gay. I just haven’t met a woman I felt like I could stay committed to for the rest of my life.” He takes a sip of his beer. “If it happens, it happens. If not, I’m totally fine just dating and having a good time. The last thing I want is to get married and then end up having an affair because I wasn’t ready to give up variety.”

I blink at him from across the table. “Yeah, that variety is a bitch.”

He nearly spits his drink out. “Shit, Ivy, I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”

“Don’t worry about it.” I catch his eyes ogling my chest again.

“You’ve had my interest for a long time, though, so who knows what could happen. Maybe you’ll be the one to catch me.”

Um. No. I gaze around the restaurant, hoping the waitress will show up with our food soon, and I do a double take when I see Lukas standing at the bar, laughing with a group of people. A gorgeous girl with long blonde hair is standing next to him, laughing with him, her hand on his arm. Oh my God. I gulp half my drink as he turns and his eyes lock on mine, as if he could feel me looking at him. Dammit.

I have no right to feel jealous, but I do. Again. He didn’t waste any time finding someone else to spend time with tonight, now did he? And here I thought he actually really liked me.

“I’m starving. I hope our food gets here soon,” Tim announces.

“Me too. I haven’t eaten all day,” I answer vaguely, smoothing my napkin on my lap.

I look back over at Lukas to find him walking right toward our table. Uh oh. Something tells me this may not be good.

He stops next to our table and smiles down at me. “Hey,” he says. “What a surprise to see you here.”

I smile back. “Likewise. Tim, this is Lukas. Lukas, this is Tim. We work together.”

Lukas shakes Tim’s hand. “Nice to meet you, man,” he says, but I can see his jaw clenching. He doesn’t hide his feelings well at all.

I want to kiss the waitress for showing up with our dinner at that exact moment and saving me from further awkwardness. “Well, I’ll let you two eat,” Lukas says. “It was nice to see you again.”

“You too. Enjoy your night,” I say back. He nods to Tim and walks slowly back to his date at the bar.

“Who was that?” Tim asks.

“Just a friend.”

Tim cuts his steak and makes a surprised face at me. “Him? He doesn’t look like someone you’d be friends with.”

“Why is that?” I inquire, offended by his remark.

“That hair and all those tattoos? What the fuck? How does someone like that even get a job? You’re in HR, Ivy. Would you hire someone that looks like that?”