about feasting on his hot butt—what was next? What was this man doing to her? He had her so…so…so primal .
Steven turned as he reached the table. Actually it was more of a makeshift booth than a table. It was situated perfectly for people watching, a relatively private spot in tiny James Café. It was Jena’s favorite seat in the whole place.
“Have a seat, Jena. Is this okay?”
“Yes, it’s great,” answered Jena. “I’ve sat here a few times. I love this spot.”
Jena slid into the booth and Steven slipped in tight beside her. She couldn’t believe how comfortable she felt. One minute with him and everything just came back. It was if twenty years had been a blink of an eye.
A voice called from around the corner. “What will it be, Jena—the usual?”
It was her friend Melissa. She had been waitressing at James Café from the very beginning. As a matter of fact, she was the only full time employee. Melissa was another who had supported her through her emotional divorce. She was a firsthand witness to Jena drowning in tears and wine. Her humor and optimistic outlook on life had been instrumental in lifting her out of her dark funk.
Melissa’s mischievous smile said it all. She wanted to know who the hot guy was sitting beside her.
“Hi Melissa,” replied Jena. “Yes, I’ll have my usual glass of wine. How are you today?”
“I’m fine,” said Melissa. “You sure look happy with that big smile.”
Jena blushed. “God, is it that obvious? Yes, I’m happy today. My old friend is in town.”
Jena turned towards Steven. “This is Steven from my hometown. We haven’t seen each other in twenty years.”
“Well,” said Melissa. “It’s nice to meet you, Steven.” She stretched her arm over the table.
“It’s a real pleasure to meet you, Melissa.” Steven reached with both hands and gently clasped them around Melissa’s hand. Jena then remembered. That had been Steven’s special handshake for females. She had always thought it was so sexy.
Melissa smiled. Jena could tell she was already a victim of his special charm. “What can I get for you, Steven? What would you like to drink?”
“I’ll have a Lagunitas beer if you have it,” said Steven.
“Sure we do,” said Melissa. “A glass of Chateau Kiss and a Lagunitas coming right up. I’ll be back in a minute.”
Melissa walked away, but not before flashing a quick wink at Jena. The wink said it all—you’ve got a very hot man there.
Steven grasped Jena’s hand underneath the table. “So, you’re a wine drinker, huh?”
Just touching his hand was so sensual. Another wave of energy shot through her. Damn, he turned her on!
“Oh yes, I really like the red wines. I guess you could sort of call me a wine snob. Chateau Kiss is my favorite.”
“That’s funny,” said Steven. “I’m the same way about beer. I’m pretty picky about what I drink. Did you know that I work for Total Beverage?”
“No way,” said Jena. “That place is huge. They must have thousands of wines there. I shop there regularly.”
“They also carry tons of beers. It sounds like we have a common link there.”
“What’s that Lagunitas beer?” asked Jena. “That sounds interesting.”
“It’s actually one of the best craft breweries in the country. Their beers are excellent.”
Steven was now ever-so-gently rubbing her wrist with one finger. She never knew her wrists could be so sensitive. His light touch sent shivers through her.
“So, tell me Jena. How are you? Fill me on the last twenty years.”
“Oh, where would I begin?” said Jena. “It’s been a roller coaster. I’ve just been experiencing the highs and lows of life.”
Steven smiled and slipped in tighter beside her. “Tell me about it.”
“Well, I had a long relationship with this guy. It fell apart—thank God. Looking back on it, he was not a good person. Then I met my future husband. We were married eleven years before he decided to take off with one of his