The Marrying Kind

But his voice halted her in place. “I don’t like to eat alone.”

She turned back to him. “You want me to stay?”

He nodded, but his eyes didn’t soften.

She compared the thought of a mouthwatering steak to the can of soup that awaited her at home, and resumed her seat.

“Where is Jennifer?”

Diane couldn’t repress a slight, lopsided grin as she revealed the irony. “She and her husband and their three daughters are on their honeymoon.”

The man shrugged. “Not exactly the scenario I’d choose for my honeymoon.”

“It’s what Jennifer chose. She’d just adopted three little girls when she met her husband. They went to Walt Disney World for a week, then they’re going on a cruise.”

“I guess I was a little late following through with my dad’s suggestion.”

“I don’t think it would’ve mattered. Jennifer wasn’t interested in what her mother wanted for her. Even if you were Prince Charming, she wouldn’t have gone out with you.”

“But you didn’t mind? Was it the money that convinced you?”

Diane bent over, picked up her purse and stood. She didn’t have anything to say to this man. She got two feet from the table when he grabbed her arm.

“All right, I apologize. I’m sorry. I just don’t like to be tricked.”

“You also don’t like to let people talk. I tried to explain many times.”

“And I wouldn’t let you.”

“No, you wouldn’t.” She looked around for their waiter. “Why don’t we ask to be put at two different tables? I needed to eat out this evening, anyway.”

“Why did you need to eat out?”

“A rough day at the office,” she said mildly.

“Want to tell me about it?”

“No, thank you. I remember Jen telling me about you, but I can’t remember your name.”

“I’m Jonathon Davis. You can call me John. Nice to meet you, Diane.”

She offered a small smile. “Shall I wave to the waiter so he can find me another table?”

“No, definitely not. I told you I don’t like to eat alone. Why shouldn’t we get to know each other and enjoy our meal?”

She hesitated, then said, “Okay, but I’ll pay for my dinner.”

“I thought you knew I was wealthy?”

“What difference does that make? I’m not exactly on welfare!”

He leaned toward her. “I invited you, so I pay.”

“But I accepted under false pretenses.”

“I think that was my fault. Please?”

She lowered her gaze. His eyes were magnetic. “I—I suppose. Okay.”

“I haven’t had to work this hard to share dinner with a lady in a long time.”

She just shook her head. She didn’t know what to say to that comment.

“So tell me what kind of job you have.”

“I’m a banker.”

“You work in a bank? Are you a secretary or a teller?”

“I’m vice president in charge of investments.”

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t know they gave those kind of jobs to women.”

“They don’t. I earned it!” Diane had faced enough discrimination in the workplace, she didn’t need it from a dinner companion. This time when she stood, she didn’t give him a chance to stop her. She scooped up her purse and stormed from the restaurant.

HE’D BLOWN IT.

It hadn’t been his intention to send her running. He’d simply said what had come to mind.

Diane Black was unlike his other dinner dates, who dabbled in careers or made one out of fund-raising for charities and planning socialite balls. She was a working woman, and he didn’t know how to act around that ilk.

Besides, she had only given him what he deserved. He had been a bear, dragging her along to dinner, too intent on getting it over with to really listen to what she’d been trying to say.

He sighed, staring at her empty seat. He truly hated eating alone.

An idea formed. He asked the waiter to wrap up their meals, and left him a sizable tip.

Fifteen minutes later, he arrived back at the fourplex. As he pulled into the parking lot, he was pleased to see Diane’s car. Now all he had to figure out was which apartment was hers.

He reached the door with his stack of take-out boxes just as the door was shoved opened and four very attractive young women came out. One of them stopped to stare at John.

“Hello. Are you lost?”

“No. I’m here to see Diane.”

“Oh. Well, she’s home. She came in a few minutes ago.”

“Which one is she in?”