gloss, a couple of strokes of blush. That should do it.
Shit. Her hair. She shook it out, finger-styled it. Mentally proclaimed, What the hell. And went with it, switching lights off and heading back to the kitchen to make sure the man, that sexy hunk of a man called Finn, wasn’t burning anything down.
Finn. Why did she do what she did with him? Why was she going to breakfast with him? Why was she doing anything with him? Why wasn’t she doing something productive? Marissa, relax, jeez, for once stop and smell the—what was the saying?—wildflowers, something.
The kitchen was immaculate, the towels rinsed and laid out across the backs of the stools to air dry. Finn leaned against the counter, arms folded across his chest, looking more like a Roman gladiator than . . . a talent scout.
Talent scout. She definitely needed to explore that. If he was truly a headhunter for restaurants and hospitality-oriented corporations, she may have her next lead for a job.
“That was quick.” His eyes took in her appearance, and suddenly Marissa felt like she was back in junior high, not quite measuring up to the pretty popular girls. Oh, she knew she wasn’t a double-bagger, but she wasn’t like the cheerleaders. You didn’t put out like they did either. Damned voice, never let up, did it. So what if she wasn’t a skanky slut in high school. So what if the first guy she kissed said she sucked at it. So what? Surely she’d improved since then? She touched her lips self-consciously. Hoping that she—
Quit thinking like that. Quit it now. “Yes. I didn’t want to leave you waiting.” Now she second-guessed her clothing. Maybe she should have dressed like someone who was looking for a job, someone who could manage a restaurant. As if you managed that one? Your numbers were going downhill. That’s because of the circumstances. She had to stop this now. This doubt thing was killing her. “So where is your car?”
“I took a cab.”
She looked outside the window. “Where’s mine?” Wow. She must have been wasted. Thank goodness she didn’t drive. But did she drive to Hush ?
“It’s in front of Two West Two .”
Of course it was, she should have remembered. That was where she left it before she stormed out, after that phone call. “Perfect, that’s not a long walk from here. Truth be told, I shouldn’t even drive to work every day, and yet . . .” She didn’t have a reason for driving instead of walking. Well yes, she did. She carried enough stuff back and forth, including her purse, that it was more convenient. Not to mention that she didn’t usually allow for enough time in the morning for walking. Plus, she walked all day in the restaurant. And visited a gym. Yeah, she got plenty of exercise. God what is this, beat-up-on-myself day? Justify-everything-I-do day? Get off this track, Marissa Sanchez. Like right now. She squared her shoulders. Time to go have fun. Time to be a different Marissa.
Chapter 24
Finn
She looked stunning, even after the effects the alcohol had to have had on her. “I know a breakfast spot down the road.”
He couldn’t risk a team coming for her. And if she was near the area . . . “No. Can we go . . . further?”
She cast him a sideways glance from behind the steering wheel. “Like where?”
“I’m not from this area, isn’t there somewhere scenic you can take me?”
“Scenic? In Houston?” Her brow furrowed, as if that wasn’t likely. “Well, how about we go have breakfast in The Woodlands? There should be something nice up there. And it’s a nice part of town.”
“Do you not know of the eateries and scenic areas in Houston?”
“Yeah, I guess, but you see, I work in a restaurant. And, actually I work a lot of hours. So it’s not like I go anywhere or do much.” She shrugged. “But anyway, The Woodlands sounds good.”
“How far is it from here?”
“About forty-five to an hour.”
That should give them some distance from anyone hunting
Shit. Her hair. She shook it out, finger-styled it. Mentally proclaimed, What the hell. And went with it, switching lights off and heading back to the kitchen to make sure the man, that sexy hunk of a man called Finn, wasn’t burning anything down.
Finn. Why did she do what she did with him? Why was she going to breakfast with him? Why was she doing anything with him? Why wasn’t she doing something productive? Marissa, relax, jeez, for once stop and smell the—what was the saying?—wildflowers, something.
The kitchen was immaculate, the towels rinsed and laid out across the backs of the stools to air dry. Finn leaned against the counter, arms folded across his chest, looking more like a Roman gladiator than . . . a talent scout.
Talent scout. She definitely needed to explore that. If he was truly a headhunter for restaurants and hospitality-oriented corporations, she may have her next lead for a job.
“That was quick.” His eyes took in her appearance, and suddenly Marissa felt like she was back in junior high, not quite measuring up to the pretty popular girls. Oh, she knew she wasn’t a double-bagger, but she wasn’t like the cheerleaders. You didn’t put out like they did either. Damned voice, never let up, did it. So what if she wasn’t a skanky slut in high school. So what if the first guy she kissed said she sucked at it. So what? Surely she’d improved since then? She touched her lips self-consciously. Hoping that she—
Quit thinking like that. Quit it now. “Yes. I didn’t want to leave you waiting.” Now she second-guessed her clothing. Maybe she should have dressed like someone who was looking for a job, someone who could manage a restaurant. As if you managed that one? Your numbers were going downhill. That’s because of the circumstances. She had to stop this now. This doubt thing was killing her. “So where is your car?”
“I took a cab.”
She looked outside the window. “Where’s mine?” Wow. She must have been wasted. Thank goodness she didn’t drive. But did she drive to Hush ?
“It’s in front of Two West Two .”
Of course it was, she should have remembered. That was where she left it before she stormed out, after that phone call. “Perfect, that’s not a long walk from here. Truth be told, I shouldn’t even drive to work every day, and yet . . .” She didn’t have a reason for driving instead of walking. Well yes, she did. She carried enough stuff back and forth, including her purse, that it was more convenient. Not to mention that she didn’t usually allow for enough time in the morning for walking. Plus, she walked all day in the restaurant. And visited a gym. Yeah, she got plenty of exercise. God what is this, beat-up-on-myself day? Justify-everything-I-do day? Get off this track, Marissa Sanchez. Like right now. She squared her shoulders. Time to go have fun. Time to be a different Marissa.
Chapter 24
Finn
She looked stunning, even after the effects the alcohol had to have had on her. “I know a breakfast spot down the road.”
He couldn’t risk a team coming for her. And if she was near the area . . . “No. Can we go . . . further?”
She cast him a sideways glance from behind the steering wheel. “Like where?”
“I’m not from this area, isn’t there somewhere scenic you can take me?”
“Scenic? In Houston?” Her brow furrowed, as if that wasn’t likely. “Well, how about we go have breakfast in The Woodlands? There should be something nice up there. And it’s a nice part of town.”
“Do you not know of the eateries and scenic areas in Houston?”
“Yeah, I guess, but you see, I work in a restaurant. And, actually I work a lot of hours. So it’s not like I go anywhere or do much.” She shrugged. “But anyway, The Woodlands sounds good.”
“How far is it from here?”
“About forty-five to an hour.”
That should give them some distance from anyone hunting
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