Her mouth fell open.
“Very good, sir. Mashed potatoes and creamed spinach?”
“Yes,” Easton agreed.
Before the man could turn away, Kenzie held up a finger. “You know what? Make mine the steak too. Thanks.”
The waiter had the nerve to double-check with Easton, and she pierced him with a serene and unwavering gaze. The man coughed, and Easton gave a slight nod. When the waiter left, Kenzie dug into her oversize handbag and pulled out a small notebook and pen with fluffy pink fur on the top. She’d been feeling playful and silly when she purchased the set not long ago and made no apologies for it now. Easton stared across the table at the items.
She scribbled a few notes on a page titled “Easton” and then met his gaze. “Do you always order for your dates without asking them what they want?”
“I have the feeling you don’t like that.”
“You’re the one who said you’d give your wife whatever she wants. How will you know if you don’t ask her?” She set the pen down and took a sip of her wine. “Unless you’ve already decided you will tell her what she wants?”
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“Why do I feel like you’re only saying you’re sorry because you think I’ll walk if you don’t?”
He made no effort to answer that question.
“Anyway, I decided I’ll make some notes about your preferences, and we can then list any women you already know. There might be someone already before you that you’ve been overlooking.”
“I don’t have particular preferences—except maybe beautiful and good in bed.”
“You’re not serious.”
“I am.”
“You’re frustrating, you know that?”
“Kenzie, all I need is a woman to breed for me and take my name. Well, in reverse order, I suppose.”
“Breed?” Her voice went up, and she reined it in. Good thing they were in a private room. “You said you will be faithful to your wife, but what about her? What if she’s boinking your best friend?”
He considered her words. “Right now, my best friend is my brother. He wouldn’t do that.”
“Are you a twin?”
“I am. Fraternal.”
“You two look almost identical.” She studied his handsome face and then blushed and glanced away. A gulp of her wine didn’t hide how he affected her, especially after she choked on it. “Not exactly alike. I can see the differences.”
“You’re observant. I like that.”
She warmed at his compliment but tried not to let it go to her head. Another idea occurred to her. “What about the baby? I always thought rich people get nannies to raise their kids. Is that what you will do?”
The surprise in his gaze caught her off guard too. “No, I won’t.”
His conviction seemed strong.
“I want her to be there for the baby and raise the child. I will also have a strong influence in my child’s life.”
“Wow, sounds like you have some serious feelings in that area. You know all of this ties together?” She guessed he had issues with his own parents that affected him, but she didn’t want to pry into anything he didn’t want to share. Maybe he had a mother and father who weren’t there for him and his brother, and he wanted to bring his child up differently. She understood that. Her parents had been wonderful and attentive, and she couldn’t have asked for a better upbringing.
“I see your point. If I marry a socialite who is only interested in parties, then she may neglect my child.” He frowned, considering it. “However, I would want her to attend those same parties sometimes. I enjoy a rich social life, and as I said, my family is involved in various charities, which conduct yearly fundraisers. She would need to operate well at home and in public.”
“Of course.” Kenzie didn’t know why this unidentified woman annoyed her, but she jotted down a few more notes. Why was she even doing this in the first place? Because she never told anyone no who needed her help? Or was it because she liked him despite his arrogance, and helping him meant she could keep enjoying his company?
The food arrived, and Kenzie tucked into her steak. She cut off a moan when the steak practically melted in her mouth, wonderful flavors dancing on her tongue. And here Easton had thought to deny her this yumminess. Perhaps the stuffed chicken would have been just as good.
They spent several minutes enjoying the food, and when Kenzie had taken her last bite, her stomach stuffed to popping, Easton signaled for everything to be removed.
“You don’t eat like a bird,” he commented.