To My Senses The Nicci Beauvoir Series Book 1 by Alexandrea Weis Read Free Book Online Page B

my chair with a thud.
    “ Then I presume we can’t
talk about your boyfriend or someone you’re seeing. I guess we’ll
have to move onto the next topic. What do you do for
fun?”
    “ What are you talking
about?”
    “ What do you do for fun?”
He shifted excitedly in his chair. “It is a very simple question,
Nicci. Most people have some way they like to spend their time.
What do you do?”
    I had no idea what to say.
I didn’t participate in any of the usual hobbies that most people
found relaxing. My father had subjected me to a few outdoor
activities, insisting I needed an opportunity to commune with
nature. I had broken my ankle skiing, capsized the boat sailing,
and was attacked by a herd of man-eating ants camping. The only
hobby that I had ever enjoyed with my father was reading. I had
gone fishing with my Uncle Lance when I was little and had loved
it.
    “ Fishing,” came out before
I could stop it. “I like to fish,” I added.
    David laughed. “I don’t see
you as the type of girl who would string a worm on a
hook.”
    I smirked. “What would you
suggest I string on a hook?”
    “ I won’t even begin to
comment on that.” He rolled his eyes. “You honestly like to
fish…hmm.” He gazed around the room.
    “ I don’t like that
look.”
    He checked the clock on the
far wall. “I think we can just make it.”
    “ Make what?”
    Raising his hand, he
summoned our waitress. “I’ll get the check and we can
go.”
    “ Go where?” I lowered my
voice, as the waitress approached.
    “ Do ya’ll want a second
round?” she inquired.
    “ No, just the check.
Thanks.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out his
wallet.
    The waitress nodded and
then tore a slip of paper from her notepad and placed it on the
table. “See you soon,” she added, smiling at David. She turned and
walked away.
    “ I’ll get it.” I grabbed
for the slip of paper, but David was too fast for me.
    “ Allow me,” he said. “I owe
you for saving me from Eddie at the lawn party.”
    I made another vain attempt
for the tab. “David, I will pay the bill. I don’t want you to pay
for me.”
    “ You can bully your other
men around, Nicci, but you’ll find I can be just as stubborn as
you.” He stood up, placed the money on the table, and looked over
at me. “Are you coming?” he demanded.
    I made no attempt to get
up. “Where?”
    “ It’s a
surprise.”
    “ Forget it.” I folded my
arms across my chest and hunkered down in my chair. “I have to get
back for a class.”
    “ Nicci, I am bigger than
you and I can drag you out of that chair, but then you would make
an awful scene, embarrass yourself forever, and never be able to
return here with me for coffee.” He arched over me, his wide
shoulders blocking my view of the room behind him. “I, on the other
hand, have no problem with picking you up, throwing you over my
shoulder, and carrying you out of here if I have to.” He was trying
to stare me down.
    “ Where are we going?” I
growled.
    “ All right, if you insist.”
He picked me up out of the chair, and threw me over his shoulder
like a slab of meat.
    “ Put me down!” I was almost
screaming. “David, put me down or I swear—”
    “ Thank you, ladies,” he
called to the waitresses, gathered at the door.
    They were laughing hysterically at our
display. One opened the door for him and stood there shaking her
head.
    Despite my loud protests,
David carried me out of the café and into the street. Titters
followed us as we walked by, and I swore that I would never show my
face in the Quarter again. Some workmen in front of the café broke
into a round of applause as David passed by with me on his
shoulder. I punched him in the kidney.
    “ Play nice,” he advised,
patting my bottom.
    “ This is not the way to win
friends.” I could barely get the words out because his shoulder was
wedged into my diaphragm.
    “ With some people the
direct approach saves time.”
    He walked over to his car,
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