“He’s down on the golf course with Bing, but he’ll be along for cocktails,” I said with a laugh, and started for the kitchen. “Speaking of, can this chickie baby get you something to drink?”
He followed, and I could feel his eyes all over me. Did I swish my skirt a little more than was necessary? Oh my, yes.
“What do you think Frank and company would have to drink?” he asked, and I looked over my shoulder at him. His eyes were on my behind. And when caught? Didn’t even have the decency to blush. Naughty boy.
“Probably martinis, although I heard a rumor that Dean Martin rarely drank. It was part of his image, though, so whenever you’d see him on stage with a scotch? It was usually—”
“Tea. I heard that too. Iced tea, to keep up appearances,” he finished for me, and I nodded.
“Appearances are important,” I said, picking up the platter and then spinning to head back into the living room, where the tiki bar was. When I turned, he was right behind me.
“Well, hello,” I said, my carrots now pressing into his tummy.
“Hello,” he answered, reaching out to take the platter from my hands. “I’ll get that.” He looked down at the vegetables, then back up at me. “This looks impressive.”
“Just a little something before dinner,” I said, scooting him into the living room. Where the bar was—I needed a drink. He set down the tray and selected a pepper while I started to mix up two martinis. “Vodka or gin?”
“Vodka please,” he answered, crunching down on the pepper. I added booze and ice into a shaker, shook for thirty seconds, then poured into two martini glasses.
“Olive? Onion? Lemon?” I asked. I’d stocked the bar. Well prepared.
“Lemon’s good, thanks,” he replied, and I nodded as I used a tiny paring knife to peel back a sliver of lemon. I added a twist to my own glass, then handed him his.
“Cheers,” I said, clinking his glass. We sipped, and our eyes met over the rim of the glasses. No one said anything, except for Frank, who was now crooning about strangers, and them being in the night. Heavy.
The silence stretched out, and finally he said, “Well, we sure are fancy tonight, aren’t we?”
“I know!” I said with a laugh, and it was easy again. “After that amazing day yesterday, I wanted to do something nice for you.”
“The dress is nice,” he said, letting his eyes roam once more.
“Thanks. I’ve been so busy lately there hasn’t been a lot of opportunity to dress up, you know?” I gulped my martini. “Not that this is an occasion to dress up; that’s not what I mean. I mean, it’s just dinner, nothing special, just two people, having dinner, at home . . . I’m going to stop talking now, okay?”
He simply said, “So show me around your pad.”
“Pad?”
“It was fifty-fifty between that and digs.”
“Pad it is; I’ll give you the tour,” I said gratefully, leading him into the less formal family room. “It’s really my dad’s pad; it’s been in his family for years. Thank goodness my mom didn’t get it in the divorce.”
“Your parents are divorced?” he asked, following me into the dining room, where I flipped on the lights so he could fully appreciate the kitsch.
“Yeah, they’re both back in San Diego. They fought like it was their job. Better for everyone that they’re divorced—although they had a huge fight over this house, lemme tell ya.” I grimaced.
“She wanted it?”
“Oh good lord, yes, which never made much sense to me. We only came up here now and then, and all my mother talked about was how much she wanted to redo it. Maybe she wanted it just so that he couldn’t have it—wouldn’t surprise me.”
“Are you guys close?” he asked, admiring the miles of orange Formica.
“My mother and I? Hmm, tough to say right now,” I admitted, opening the screen door onto the patio. “It’s complicated.”
“Sorry, didn’t mean to bring up a sore subject.”
“Nah, its okay. She was furious that . . . we called off my, the wedding, and she hates what I’m doing up here. Wow, not really complicated at all.” I sighed, sipping my martini. Not complicated except for my tripping over my pronouns. I needed to be more careful.
I flicked on the Christmas lights that were strewn through the trees out back, and suddenly it was like being in a fairyland. I loved to sit out here, especially at nighttime; it was one of my favorite spaces in the house. Brick patterned patio floor, giant hedges that offered some privacy, and a view that went all the way to the coast on clear days.