For the first time ever with him, I felt shy. I glanced away quickly, searching the bar.
“Can I get you a drink?” he asked.
“Sure. I’ll have a glass of rosé, please.”
As soon as he slid out of the booth my breathing steadied.
You are being such an idiot, I berated myself. This was Marco. So what if he was hot? When I was younger, I’d still been able to carry on a conversation with him!
Pull it together, Nichols.
My eyes followed him as he strode up to the quiet bar, powerful, graceful. He wore a dark blue knit sweater with a shawl collar and a pair of dark blue jeans. He was effortlessly stylish and comfortable with himself in a way he hadn’t been when we were at school.
Momentarily sidetracked from my study of him, I picked up on the lust aimed at Marco emanating from the other end of the bar. Two women sat on barstools, speaking quietly to each other as they watched him with hungry eyes and come-hither smiles.
Marco wasn’t even paying attention.
I relaxed somewhat at his utter lack of interest, jealousy slowly seeping out of me.
Yup. Definitely not just friends.
Damn him.
“So,” he said as he slipped back into the booth beside me, putting my wineglass gently down in front of me as he lightly gripped his pint of lager, “How was work?”
Small talk. Yes, I could do small talk.
I opened my mouth to speak but was immediately distracted by the arm he slid along the back of the booth we were sitting in. I felt surrounded.
What the hell did he just ask?
Work! Right, work. “Good.” I took a quick sip of my wine, hoping the alcohol would help me relax a little. “It’s busy and stressful, but I love teaching.”
“And you were always good at it.”
Not wanting to take another trip down memory lane so soon after our last one, I shrugged and then smiled coaxingly into his handsome face. “You seem to be doing well. Adam speaks highly of you. Says you’ll be a site manager one day.”
“That’s the goal. You work hard, you learn, you get there.”
I smiled softly. “You say you’ve changed, but you had that attitude when we were kids. You took those classes when you didn’t need to. You were always challenging yourself to be better.” Except when it came to me.
“Not always,” he replied pointedly, as if he’d just read my mind. “In that way I’ve changed. I go after what I want now, no matter what.”
I looked away before we ventured into dangerous territory. “How’s your aunt Gabby?”
“She’s good. Real good. Gio eased up on me a lot over the last few years and I know it’s mostly because of Gabby. I’m pretty close to her. It’s nice having family over here.”
“Do you still talk to your family in Chicago?”
“Sure. Magic of the Internet.”
“Of course. I’m glad for you. I’m happy that, for whatever reason, you’re not carrying around all that stuff your grandfather piled on you.”
“Thank you.” His eyes did that intense roaming of my face thing again and I had a sudden vision of throwing myself at him. I mentally slapped my wrist. “And what about you? How’s your family?”
“Really good. Ellie had a little boy, William. She’s pregnant with their second child. “
Marco raised his eyebrows. “Full house, huh?”
I laughed. “You have no idea. Joss and Braden have two kids now, Beth and Luke. My parents’ house is a zoo every Sunday.”
He grinned. “It sounds nice.”
“It is.”
“And your parents and Dec? How are they?”
“They’re well. At least I know my parents are. I wouldn’t know about Dec. He’s eighteen now and spends most of his time in his room with his girlfriend.”
“He’s got a girlfriend. He’s ahead of the curve.”
“Yeah, don’t tell him. He’s brainy and cute and an arrogant little bugger.” I groaned, but Marco smiled at the obvious affection in my voice.
“You always had a nice family, Hannah.”
“Yeah,” I agreed softly.
Marco tensed suddenly. “And Cole?”
I glanced up at him in confusion. “Cole?”
“The guy you were at the wedding with.” Marco shrugged. “Anisha told me who he was.”
“You certainly did your homework,” I murmured, taking another sip of wine. “Cole is Jo’s little brother. He’s my best friend. He’s… been there for me.”
Marco frowned at my answer, not seeming to like it much. “But you’re not together.”
“No, it’s not like that between us.” I put my glass down, my gaze on the table. “Maybe we should steer clear of relationship talk.”
“That’s fine with me.” He tilted his head to the side, eyeing me through his narrowed gaze. “Is Finding Nemo still your favorite movie?”
I laughed at the randomness of the question, relieved by the subject change. “You remember that?”
“Of course.”
I shook my head. “I don’t know what my favorite movie is anymore.”
“We’ll need to do something about that.”
“I don’t know. I quite like not having an exact favorite. Is Training Day still yours?”