“The steak is that good?”
“You wouldn’t have brought me here if it wasn’t, isn’t that right?”
The waiter took their plates and Drew leaned back in the chair. “Right. So you’ve had some wine, and you’ve been fed. Feeling better now?”
“I was feeling fine before.”
“No you weren’t. You wanted to rush home and do something about those sketches you made during the game.”
“Maybe.”
“Now your face is flushed and you don’t seem as . . . frenetic.”
“Oh, you know big words.”
His lips curved and she watched them as he finished off his glass of wine. “Yeah. I went to college, you know. Got a degree and everything.”
“So I heard. And what have you done with that degree in business you got? Anything useful?”
“Nah. Just pissing the money away on booze and women.”
She didn’t believe that, but then again, what did she really know about what Drew had been doing with his life in the years since he’d left college?
“Seriously?”
He gave her a slanted smile. “Sure. I’m single and carefree. What else am I going to do with the money?”
“I don’t know. Invest it. Give some of it back to your community, to those less fortunate.”
“Now you sound like your dad.”
“And that’s a problem? What’s wrong with my father?”
“Nothing. He’s a great guy. Smart. Successful. Vice president of the United States and everything. And he likes hockey. What’s not to like about him?”
“You didn’t mention his politics.”
“I make a point to never mention politics.”
“Why? Afraid you can’t handle political talk?”
He leaned forward. “Are you baiting me, Ms. Preston?”
“Not at all. I’m just curious about what you do like to talk about.”
“That’s easy. Hockey. And sex.”
Now this was the Drew she remembered, the one who teased her and did his best to irritate her.
It was working.
She rolled her eyes. “Amazingly enough, two of my least favorite subjects.”
“I know you’re lying about the hockey part. I saw how excited you got watching the game. So, you don’t like sex?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“I think you just did.”
She should have just gone home after the game. Despite his apology, Drew was obviously only interested in annoying her. He hadn’t changed all that much in the years since college. “I think it’s time I leave.”
He laughed. “You never could handle a good argument, Carolina. And I thought as a politician’s daughter, you’d be one to hang in there for at least a little longer.” He waved to the waiter, who asked if they wanted coffee and dessert. When Drew looked at Carolina, she shot him a glare.
“Guess not, Daniel. We’ll just take the bill.”