Chapter 38: Deep Talks
I arrived at the location Evan gave me for the date.
"Hello Evan," I said looking down at his arms that were held out to me. I couldn’t resist so I walked right into his embrace.
His cologne mixed with his manly scent almost made me rethink this date. He could probably have me naked in two minutes flat with my back to the wall. He smelled so good, his hair was trimmed perfectly and his suit made him look like pure sophistication. Those piercing amber eyes made me weak at the knees.
"I’m glad you were able to make it," he said pulling back from the embrace. I felt a twinge of loneliness when he released me.
"I’m glad you asked," I said looking around. The patio was set up with white lights and candles. Soft jazz played as we were the only two on the patio and the full moon’s glow cascaded across the water almost making it glow. The ripples from the waves brought in just enough cool air to break away the humidity from the heat of the day.
"You chose a good night. The weather is perfect for dinner out on the patio," I said as he pulled out my chair.
"You’re right it feels good outside for a change. It’s been so hot down here lately I was hoping it would finally cool off. You look beautiful tonight I might add."
"Thank you dear sir, you don’t look too bad yourself," I said praying I wasn’t blushing.
"How is your friend in the hospital, is she doing okay?"
"She is still in ICU, but we are praying that she will make it through. This weekend has been awful and I wished it would be over and start anew."
"I definitely feel you on that. With my number one artist in the hospital for trying to OD, and other personal issues, I can’t blame you for wanting the week to be over."
I looked at him and could see a little sadness in his eyes. We were interrupted by the waiter.
"Good evening. My name is John Paul and I will be your server tonight. The chef has prepared a delightful meal for you Mr. McCain and your lovely guest."
He handed us a menu of the five course meal and the wine list that would accompany the first three courses and the main dish.
"The chef has prepared turtle soup as your first course, crab meat tossed salad with baby greens and special seafood dressing, Oyster Rockefeller as your third course, roasted duckling with new boiled potatoes with ginger string beans and ending with our famous classic banana foster."
"Wow, it all sounds delicious," I said giving John Paul my menu. "Mr. McCain, I must say you have outdone yourself. If I didn’t know any better I would think you were trying to impress me," I said winking.
I could see him blushing a little. "Well I made you wait last time and the big mess with those girls, I figured I had to step up my game."
"Well you did." We both laughed as John Paul poured the wine. I took a sip of the Pinot Grigio. It was smooth as it hit my palette.
"Very good," I said putting the glass on the table.
"Glad you like," he said sitting in his chair unbuttoning his suit coat.
"How is RJ2? My sisters listen to him, but of course the clean version."
"He should be getting out in a couple of days. Hopefully he has learned his lesson. It just amazes me that he didn’t have to want for anything and he would still try to kill himself," he said shaking his head.
"I think sometimes people feel that no one wants them, or they are not good enough and figure the world would be better off without them not realizing they hurt the ones they love."
"You speak from experience," he said sitting up and placing his hands on the table. Now let me tell you, that question landed harder than he probably meant it to.
"Yeah actually my mother committed suicide. Then my father died of a heart attack from all the drugs and drinking he did, leaving me to raise a set of twin girls. I didn’t know anything about being a mother, hell I was in school trying to better myself. I had no idea that my mother would have those suicidal tendencies." I tried not to cry. I quickly straighten up.
"I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said anything," he said reaching for my hand.
"You didn’t know. Sorry about the tears. This is suppose to be a date not a sob feat," I said trying to lift the mood.
"Don’t worry about it," he said grabbing my hand. "I’m sure losing both parents is difficult in itself. I am sorry you had to go through that. I’m sure it’s hard raising your sisters alone."
"You know I feel like I owe them so much. They didn’t ask to be born to two people that didn’t care about them. They are so sweet and innocence and I just can’t understand why a mother would leave her children. You carry them for nine months, suppose to love them and cherish them but you wait years later to say that life is so unfair and that they would be better off. That’s bull, my sisters hate her till this day and the same for our father," I said looking out into space.
"I think that’s why I try to do right by them. After I took this job, I pulled them out of school and had them homeschooled. I provide a roof over our heads, supply both their needs and mostly their wants, and the trip part about it they have no clue what I do. I lead a secret life that only my friend Emily knows about." I want you to know that was more truth than I usually handed out on a first real date.
I looked Evan and he pulled out his wallet. He opened it to pull something out.
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