Before Jamaica Lane (On Dublin Street #3)(62)

'I told you I've been busy,' he said with a shrug, his American accent throwing me for a moment until I remembered Hannah telling me he was from Chicago.

Hannah eyed him suspiciously, a stubborn little jut to her adorably pointed chin. 'So you're not avoiding me?'

Marco scratched his cheek, his lips curling at the corner. 'No. Why would I be avoiding you?' His eyes flickered over her shoulder and there was something proprietary in the way he said, 'It looks like you've been keeping busy anyway. New guy already?'

She stared at him for a second, and I was mighty impressed by how cool she was. Way cooler than I would have been. Especially if I'd been confronted with a guy as hot as Marco at her age. He was a good couple of inches over six feet, athletically built, and his mix of African American and Italian heritage had lent itself beautifully to his light caramel skin tone, high cheekbones, cut jawline, and sensual mouth. His blue-green eyes were a striking contrast to his skin and dark lashes. All of this was only made more appealing by his quiet but intense presence. I had a feeling Hannah had found herself a broody boy to crush on.

'That's Cole,' she finally answered, tilting her head to the side to give him a questioning yet cocky smile that told him she thought his words belied his jealousy. 'He's a family friend. Why? Would it bother you if he was my date?'

Marco frowned. 'No, Hannah, it wouldn't. You can do whatever you want.'




       
         
       
        
She was good at hiding her disappointment, I'll give her that. 'Well, what I want is to hang out with my good friend Marco, but he's been hard to find lately.'

It was his turn to stare, and I recognized the moment when he crumbled under the gaze of her wide velvet brown eyes. He shook his head as if he couldn't believe he was giving in to her. 'I'm off Tuesday night. We could hang out then.'

'Okay. Do  – '

'Eavesdropping is rude, you know,' a familiar voice told me quietly.

Surprise, and I wasn't sure if it was good surprise or bad surprise, spun me around and I gazed up, probably looking a little stupefied, into Benjamin's face. 'Benjamin,' I wheezed, my heart taking its time to slide down my throat and back into the chest where it belonged.

His gorgeous eyes brightened as if he was pleased I knew his name. 'Hi again,' he said with a grin, jamming his hands in his pockets.

'Uh, hi.' I quickly glanced back at Hannah to see that she was walking to our table, looking over her shoulder with a frown line between her eyebrows. It appeared as though a tall, good-looking Italian man was quietly chastising Marco. 'Uh'  –  I turned back to Benjamin  –  'I know her.' I gestured to Hannah. 'Hannah. I was just making sure she was okay.' I shrugged sheepishly. 'And maybe eavesdropping a little.'

To my relief he laughed and it suddenly occurred to me that I'd spoken to him without fumbling up the words. It made me smile, and my smile made Benjamin's eyes drop to my mouth.

After swallowing hard at the interested gleam I saw there, I said wryly, 'I take it you like D'Alessandro's.'

'My favorite Italian restaurant in the city.'

'Mine too,' I agreed and then glanced past him, trying to see into the other dining room. 'Are you with your family?'

Just like that, Benjamin appeared uncomfortable. 'Um, no. A first date. I saw you and thought I'd come over and say hello.'

Admittedly, I'd felt a little disheartened at the words 'first date,' but knowing he'd left that date to come talk to me obliterated most of the disappointment. 'The date must be going well.'

He leaned into me and whispered in mock horror, 'She ordered salad.'

I gaped back in actual horror. 'In D'Alessandro's?'

'A salad and water. It's painful to watch.'

A rush of giggles bubbled out. 'I'll bet.'

Benjamin chuckled too now, his eyes roaming my face in a way that was nice but also that suggested he was taken aback by me. That wasn't so surprising. It was the first time he'd gotten a conversation out of me. 'Well,' he said, seeming reluctant, 'I better go back. I told her I was going to the loo.' 

'Okay.' I smiled giddily. 'I'll probably see you at the library then.'

'Definitely,' he murmured sexily and I grinned wider watching him walk away.

As soon as he was out of sight, I made my way back to the table, feeling warm flutterings in my chest. That had gone well. Really well. My lessons with Nate were paying off!

Nate.

I frowned suddenly as the warm flutterings disappeared and I landed heavily in my chair.

'Who was that?' Jo asked.

They were all staring eagerly at me.

Even Dad.

'A guy from the library.'

Dad tilted his head to the side, a curious look in his eye. 'A colleague?'

'No, a postgrad. He's nice.'