It was fall in Pittsburgh, and today’s weather report was chilly, so she dressed in leggings, knee-high boots, an oversized cream-colored sweater, and a tan plaid flannel scarf draped around her neck. After getting ready, she stopped by the mirror to check herself out. Smoothing her hand over her waist, she decided she looked fine, cozy and warm, not to mention very cute. But then again, this wasn’t a date, so it didn’t matter. This was just a friendly lunch on a Saturday afternoon.
Her dark hair was down around her shoulders. She pulled it up into a loose bun and checked it out in the mirror, but ultimately decided to leave it down. Trying to convince herself that how she looked didn’t matter obviously wasn’t working. She hurried off to the restaurant before she decided to change one more thing about her outfit.
She still wasn’t sure why she had agreed to this. Why did he even ask me to lunch? That was even more curious. Maybe she’d said something the other night to lead him on, or maybe he was just cashing in on her saying they could be friends.
Honestly, she hadn’t expected them to be friends who hung out, more like smile and make small talk at Renegades events. Either he’d taken her literally, or this was going to be just another attempt at flirting with her.
Luc was already waiting for her at a table by the window. He looked huggable in blue jeans, tennis shoes, and a gray, hooded sweatshirt. A matching knit toque covered his hair. The sun shone through the tinted glass, illuminating the table with warmth. He nodded at her as she walked in, but went back to looking at his phone as she sat down.
Without looking up, he spoke with a head nod to her. “Hey there, sweets. Glad you could make it.”
Why does he keep calling me that? But what really irked her was his not even looking at her as he greeted her. She covered his phone with her hand. “Hi. Thanks for the invite.”
Luc looked up at her, a grin slowly spread across his lips. He leaned back in his chair, putting all his attention on her. “Hi.”
“So, what’s the occasion?” she asked coolly, trying to make this seem as normal as possible. Her stomach flopped with nerves. There was nothing normal about this little meeting.
Luc gave a small shake of his head. “No occasion. I was hungry and wanted some company. Just lunch and conversation. Plus, it’s a beautiful fall day, and this place rocks. They have cherry pie like grandma used to make.”
“My grandma never made cherry pie. We always bought it frozen.” She had no idea why she said that; obviously, she knew it was just a saying. It was as if she couldn’t stop the words that were coming out of her mouth.
“Right. It’s good though. We’ll grab a slice after lunch.” He dropped his phone to the table, in no rush to go back to it now that she was here.
Kassie opened a menu and stared at the food selections. From behind the menu, she spoke. Maybe the thin barrier between her and him gave her a little comfort, because she could’ve never said this while looking into those big, brown eyes. “I was surprised that you texted me.”
Luc tilted the top of her menu down with one finger and peered over the top at her. “Why?”
“Well… I dunno. We don’t even know each other that well. That’s all.” How to explain her concerns without saying too much was impossible. She just fell silent.
“Like I said, I was hungry and wanted some company,” Luc said matter-of-factly, but his eyes said something completely different. “Is that a crime?” The amusement in his stare made the butterflies in her stomach spread to her chest.
Kassie shook her head. “Nope, no crime. Just seems odd. There’re probably a hundred other folks you could’ve asked.”
The waitress interrupted their conversation. Kassie ordered a club sandwich and Luc ordered a chicken BLT. As soon as the server walked away from their table, Luc tilted his head and spoke again.
“Maybe. But you’re the only one out of those folks that I wanted to spend the afternoon with.”
His words were sweet. Maybe they were sincere, or maybe they were a line. She couldn’t decide which. It didn’t matter though; she needed to put up her guard. She couldn’t fall for one of her brother’s teammates.
“Bet you say that to all the girls.” She rolled her eyes and smirked.
Luc didn’t miss a beat with his response and a flirty grin. “Only the ones I like.”
His words left her speechless, with the butterflies dancing in her stomach. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
Luckily, before he could say anything else sly and really make her heart race, their food was brought to the table. He watched her from over their food as the server set the plates down in front of them. Luc rubbed at the scruff on his chin while half of his mouth turned up into a sexy-as-hell grin.
“Can I get either of you anything else?” the waitress asked.
“Actually, yes. Can I get an order of fries and some ketchup, please?” Kassie asked. She knew if she had things to munch on, she’d be less likely to say something stupid.
“Make that a large order. We’ll share,” Luc added, as his eyes stayed on Kassie.
“So, Luc. Tell me a little about yourself.” She took a bite of her sandwich. The guy seemed harmless enough. And getting to know a teammate of your brother never killed anyone. Yet.
“Since you can Google a lot about me, I’ll give you the non-public version.” He took a bite of his sandwich, and paused a moment to chew before he spoke again. “I like music, rock ’n’ roll specifically. I enjoy fast cars. I might appear to be an asshole on some of the fansites, but I’m really not, I swear. Oh, and I’m from Detroit. But that’s something you can find online. Your turn.”
“I never agreed to that,” Kassie retorted.
“Sorry, but it’s only fair.”
He was easy to talk to, so what was the harm? “Well, you know I’m from Ontario. I moved here with my mom. It’s just us now. I finished college and got a job. It’s nice to be close to Kaden, Ali and the baby.”
Luc’s face dimmed at her words. “Yeah, I did know about your dad, and I’m sorry. I lost my mom when I was small.”
“Sorry.” Kassie nodded. “There really isn’t a lot to tell about me.”
“Well, I know you got some mean dance moves. I certainly would know.” He cocked an eyebrow at her. “I know you like your mixed drinks and shots. And you’re quite sociable when you’re drunk.”
“I wasn’t drunk.”
“Okay, when you’re tipsy.”
The french fries arrived, and she dug in, shoving three into her mouth. But her efforts to have him find her unappealing seemed to backfire when he only grinned wider. He took a fry, popped it into his mouth, and leaned back in his seat.
“You like to dance. We should go dancing some night.”
“You and me?”
“Sure. Why not?”
“Why not? My brother.”
“Well, we could ask him to go too, but I don’t think he will. He seems a bit uptight for dancing. But we could ask your friend, Quinn, and maybe JJ or Travis. They seemed to get along really well.”
Luckily for Kassie, she hadn’t heard exactly how well the three of them got along the other night. She watched his expression. He wasn’t joking. “Let me think about it.”
“Okay.” He grabbed another french fry. “We could go go-carting again?”