Chapter 12
CHAPTER 12
KENZIE
Mikael is a gentleman. He paid the bill without me knowing and opened the car door, holding my elbow to guide me into his car, which was parked close to the curb.
He's thoughtful and attentive. I could get used to this.
Who am I kidding? He can have anyone with his handsome features and chiseled body. His shirt fits him like a second skin. His biceps are defined. I imagine how he'd look poised over me and fill me with his massive...
“So, tell me the details,” Bo exclaims, interrupting my salacious thoughts.
“What?” I whine, distressed over having my wet dream interrupted.
“Oh, just dish. Did you get a kiss?”
“No. I don't know what to think. The one man I want to kiss me, and he doesn't. Cupid is still on the warpath.” I'm happy I got to spend time with Mikael, but I'm confused.
“Mm,” she frowns. “Was there a moment?”
She's begun to decipher my date. “Yes, our hands bumped over the parmesan cheese bowl.”
“And?”
“I felt chemistry, but maybe he didn't?” I drop my coat and purse before I join her on the couch. Sherlock sits next to me and licks my cheek. “Sherlock, you're the best,” I snuggle into his neck. “What would I do without you?”
“Did he say anything to imply another date?”
“No. But he asked for my number.’”
“That's good. He must like you.”
“Oh, that reminds me,” I stand and disappear into my bedroom before I return with Gabriel's contract.
“I applied for a business loan. Can you look over this for me?”
She takes the papers from me. “What? How long have you had this?”
“A few days, but he needs an answer. I can expand the business. The Italian restaurant we ate at tonight needs desserts delivered. I'm local, and they want to use me. I never thought of servicing restaurants.”
“Wow. That's a great way to expand. I wonder why Gabriel never did it?” She is dressed in winter pajamas with a plaid mouse design on the top and plaid bottoms. We have a matching set.
“Maybe he didn't want the extra work. I'd need more staff, but I can gradually grow into it.”
“It's brilliant!” she exclaims. “I'll look this over tonight and have Jared look at it tomorrow. I'm so happy for you.”
“I worry over the loan. What if I don’t get approved?”
“I don't know why not. But if there is a problem I know you’ll figure it out” She queues up a new episode of The Vikings as I change into PJs. Sherlock follows me back to the living room and curls next to me.
I recall the bergamot in his cologne. I’m perplexed our date ended without a kiss, especially when he was so close. I yearned for his lips to kiss mine.
My phone dings.
Mikael
Good night, Kenzie.
Good night. Thank you for dinner.
I squeal.
“What?” Bo asks, alarmed.
“He texted good night.”
“Well, that’s the least he could do!”
“It’s odd, he never mentioned his last name,” I murmur.
“I guess you’ll stalk him online when he does.”
“Of course, doesn’t everyone?”
“You have a point,” she smirks.
As much as I try to follow the episode on TV, I can't. Whenever the main character is on the screen, I think of Mikael and the fact that he’s Norwegia. Perhaps that explains why he's fascinated with Vikings. I assume it's where he got his striking good looks.