New York Nights: Shaken and Stirred. Kathleen O'Reilly
the place, feeling nervous and foolish, but so what? She needed someone to tell her she looked good. She needed Gabe to tell her she looked good.
She pulled open the heavy door and walked in as if she owned the joint, which she didn’t.
Sean whistled and Charlie adjusted his glasses.
Gabe smiled.
Not wanting to tempt fate, she sat in front of Sean.
“I could have sex with you,” he said. “I just need to get that out in the open. Not that I want you to think I’m a shallow SOB whose head gets turned by a long neck and a great ass, but I can’t help who I am, and I believe in being honest and up front with women. So they know exactly what they’re getting. Besides a good time, I mean.”
“Thank you,” Tessa said primly.
It took thirty-three minutes for Gabe to approach her. She kept track. “You look good,” he said when Sean went off to get a phone number from some woman nearby.
“Thank you,” she said, basking in his warmth for only a little bit. She had always loved the beach.
“Ready for class?”
“I’ve been studying.”
“You don’t need to study for this. You can do apartment rentals and sales in your sleep.”
“Maybe. But the class isn’t about which buildings allow pets. I have to know contracts and finance and insurance and equal-opportunity laws.”
“You’ll still do fine. Any luck with the roommate situation? The phone’s been quiet.”
“I think I found a place. Should come open in about three weeks.”
“Really?”
“And I’ll be living single,” she said proudly.
“Very nice,” he said, but he didn’t look happy.
“Yeah. Finally. It’s only been twenty-six years.”
“You’ve got a lot to celebrate.”
“Yes, yes, I do. For the first time in my life I have something to celebrate. I’m going to head out now. Test out my new look on somebody else besides these losers.”
“That’s a good idea. Head over to the Carlyle. Classy place. Elegant. Like you.”
“I think I will. I’ve never been in there before.”
She could feel him watching her as she walked out the door.
Tessa smiled. Maybe it would be okay after all.
GABE LEFT SEAN IN CHARGE of closing, which was normally a recipe for disaster, but tonight he didn’t care. Tessa needed him and he knew it. She wasn’t a woman to go sit in bars alone like Marisa. She’d start talking to some used-car salesman from Omaha who was away from his wife for the first time in twenty years. And he’d want to get laid and he’d monopolize Tessa’s time for four hours until it was last call, and then she’d feel bad, but tell the guy no, and he would get all pissed off at her and yell, and Tessa didn’t need that kind of crap.
So Gabe took a quick shower, pulled out the black pants and shirt that he kept in the back of his closet for special nights and headed for the Carlyle.
He saw her immediately, sitting at the bar, a middle-aged toupee type sitting three seats away, giving her the eye.
Gabe sighed. When he was right, he was right.
He leaned against the wall, content to watch her for a while. There were women who took your breath away, and then there were women who were pure oxygen. That was Tessa.
Another lowlife hit on her, and she smiled politely, buying the loser a drink only because she felt sorry. Another lowlife came up, a little more forceful than the last, and her perfectly shaped brows curved downward, signaling a woman in need of rescuing.
Cue Gabe.
“Hi,” he said, taking the seat next to her.
Tessa looked up, her eyes startled, and she began to say something—probably no, but he wasn’t going to give her a chance. Gabe put a finger on her mouth. Tonight they’d do things her way. “No. We’ve never met.”
For a second she looked at him the way he’d dreamed she would look at him. Her green eyes were soft and filled with things that a used-car salesman from Omaha would never understand. Yes, there were definite advantages to doing things her way.
“Why are you drinking alone? A beautiful woman like you? You should have dozens of men buying you drinks, but instead you’re buying them all drinks. If you worked in a bar, you’d know this. That’s not the way it’s supposed to be.”
“If wishes were horses…”
“Can I get you something to drink, Miss I-Can’t-Follow-the-Rules? Maybe some champagne? Or a cosmopolitan. You’re looking very cosmopolitan tonight.”
She shook her head. “No champagne. Diet soda, I think.”
“You must be a lightweight.”
“No, champagne sounds flat.”
“I’m sorry,” he said, wishing it were perfect. She should have perfect.
“Don’t be.”
“What are you celebrating?”
She tried to smile at him. “Being alone.”
“Bad breakup?”
“It hurt.”
Gabe told himself to be careful. With the look in her eyes, the tight curve of her lips, he could easily forget about taking things slow. But this one answer he had to know. “Any regrets?”
“Nah,” she said, slaying him with a single word. “It had to be done.”
“You want me to leave?”
Her gaze scanned his face, up and down, back and forth, as if he were a piece of art and not a living, breathing man—although he was currently not breathing.
Tessa licked her lips slowly, carefully, and he still didn’t breathe. “It makes me a weak person if I don’t want you to leave, and I don’t want to be weak, but I don’t want you to leave, either.”
Gabe took a breath. “I don’t think you’re weak.”
“I do,” she said, sounding so sad, so lonely, and he hated that wanting to be with him made her sad. It shouldn’t happen that way. He shouldn’t want to take advantage of it, but, goddamn, he couldn’t stop. How could he stop?
Silently Gabe got up, refusing to look at the heartbreak in her eyes. Tessa looked at him, startled, but didn’t keep him.
They’d both be better off if he left.
TESSA KNEW GABE HAD done the right thing. He was trying to give her the time she’d asked for. She waved over the bartender.
“I’ll take a tequila shot,” she ordered, which was her panacea for most everything in the world.
She looked around the bar, seeing the cartoons on the wall, the beautiful people who were laughing and living here.
She didn’t belong.
When Gabe sat next to her, she could pretend, and it was fun to pretend, but it was nothing more than pretend.
She rubbed a finger around the rim of the glass, tasting the tang of alcohol, and then Gabe returned.
He ordered a beer and didn’t say a word to her, but there was a key in front of him. Not a car key, not a key to the bar, not a key to all her problems, but a hotel room key.
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