IV bag and have it pumped directly into my veins all day long,” he joked setting the glass back down.
“Join the club.” She raised her glass and drank more.
“With them opening the new National Museum of African American History and Culture Smithsonian have you thought about leaving here? I’m sure there will be greater opportunities there.” That had been a fear of his as he’d waited on a response to his resume for the entomology director when he heard about the facility being near completion over a year back and them starting to appoint and hire the various positions.
She was silent for a moment as she slipped her fingers through the moisture on the side of her glass. “Honestly, I thought about it. But, I didn’t put in for it. I know as amazing as all this is the Smithsonian is better. However, I’ve made a name for myself here. I’ve made headway and I’m already a director of my own department. I like my life.”
He wondered if that life included a man. Last night when he located her had she been waiting for someone one else, not just taking a break? He wanted to ask her what the story between her and the Councilman was, except he didn’t have the right. As she’d said, she had a life here, without him in it. That knowledge stung.
“I’m sure you don’t miss the winters either.”
Shaking her head she laughed. “On, no, I don’t. The ones here, even the bad ones are mild in comparison.”
“Do you recall our sophomore year and being snowed in on campus for a week? I thought I was going to lose my mind.”
“The continuous snow fall caused a blackout for two days. I think I understood the term cabin fever real well then.” She shivered as if she felt the intense cold of those weeks.
“When Sigmas’ went out and started a snowball fight right in the middle of the yard. Taunting everyone to come out and join in. And we did.”
Her face light up with joy. “It ended up being so much fun. I think that fight went on for three days.” She sighed. “There are days that I do miss the simplicity of college. It was an easier time, studying and friendship. Only two things that mattered.”
He leaned back in his seat and just stared at her. “We shared our first kiss in the middle of that first fight.”
The radiance in her face became clouded, but her eyes darkened with another emotion as she held his gaze. “A few students caught me in a corner and were pummeling me with snowballs. All of a sudden it all stopped. When I opened my eyes to see what was happening with the attack I discovered you had stepped in front of me with you coat open. You were shielding me, taking hit after hit on your back.”
It was her squeals of laughter that he’d heard. When he saw her, she was pinned in and getting pelted relentlessly. He’d arrived snowballs blazing until he was able to protect his new girlfriend.
“They finally stopped.”
Both her hands were wrapped around her glass as she leaned forward, still looking at him. “Then you kissed me.”
Like he wanted to do now. The intensity between them, was like a magnet, a strong pull he was always powerless to resist when he was close to her. “It was all that snow on you, dusting your lashes, hair, and cheeks and even caught in the corner of your mouth. You looked like a freed snow angel. I wanted a taste of heaven, on earth.”
Moving in, he set one forearm along the edge of his side of the table. “Tell, me, Soni-love, how did my kiss last night compare?”
Her pupils dilated and lips parted as she drew in a soft breath.
Damn, she was sexy. Even with all the chatter around them it didn’t distract his desire for her.
“It—”
“Here we go. One Salmon Benedict,” the server’s cheery voice interrupted the moment as she set a plate before her.
Sonya released her glass and sat back in her chair, lowering her gaze.
The spell was broken. He moved out of the way for his food.
“And one Quarter South.” Lacey lowered his plate