Standing Outside The Fire. Sara Orwig

He looked up in question, rubbing her jaw lightly with his knuckles while he continued to hold the cross in his hand.

      “So your name isn’t Bryony?” he asked.

      “No, it’s not. Bryony was her name.”

      The waiter approached bearing their salads, and Boone leaned back, dropping her necklace and brushing his knuckles across her collarbone when he did so.

      Over tossed green salads, Boone said, “You’re a Texan and maybe you live in Austin.”

      When she gave him a mysterious smile, he knew he wasn’t going to get affirmation or denial. “You know this area if you’re familiar with Stallion Pass and you couldn’t get home because of storms. It’s clear to the north because I flew in from there, but they’ve had storms moving through from west to east, so I’m guessing you must live in Austin and have to spend tonight here.”

      “And you’re from…?” she asked.

      “Near Kansas City,” he replied, amused that she was trying to keep the conversation off herself. “I’ll guess you work in television, in front of the cameras in some manner,” he continued.

      “You think so? This salad is delicious.”

      “Yes. If you were a singer or movie star or famous model, I’d recognize you. It must be television. You’re far too pretty to be stuck back behind stacks of ledgers figuring out payrolls.”

      “That’s ridiculous! You think I can’t do that? You think there aren’t some pretty bookkeepers out there?” she asked, her eyebrows arching while she sounded mildly indignant.

      “There may be gorgeous bookkeepers out there, and I’m sure you could do whatever you set your mind to—I’ve already glimpsed you taking charge—I just don’t think that’s what you do. I think you’re in television. An anchorwoman, weatherperson. You do some kind of show.”

      “You’re not ever going to know,” she said softly, leaning toward him with a twinkle in her eyes. “I will win our bet.”

      His pulse jumped again because she was giving him another challenge.

      “We’ll see. In the meantime, let’s see what you will tell me about yourself. Brothers or sisters?”

      “One sister who is divorced and lives in California and is a bookkeeper and is very pretty.”

      He grinned. “Okay, I walked into that one, but I said that there could be pretty bookkeepers, I just don’t think you’re one. Will you tell me her name?”

      “Mary. Plain and simple. She’s an older sister. You’re probably an only child or the only male with sisters.”

      “Why do you say that?”

      “You look like a man accustomed to getting his way from early childhood. And especially getting his way with females.”

      “Why would you think I’d get my way with females in particular?” he persisted, enjoying flirting with her.

      “You know full well the effect you have most of the time on females.”

      “Most of the time—that means this isn’t one of them.”

      She shrugged, but the sparkle was still in her eyes, and he suspected she was enjoying the flirting more than she was willing to admit. “It’s interesting to eat with you tonight, and I’ve had a long, tedious day,” she said.

      “Interesting. On a score of one to ten, I’d say ‘interesting’ is a five.”

      “Interesting is fun. And a five is good,” she replied.

      “Dang!” he exclaimed, mildly annoyed. “‘Fun’ and ‘good’ are not how I want to be known. Those are two bland descriptions if I ever heard any! I’ll have to remedy the way the evening is going.” A roll of thunder gave them both pause, and she looked out the window.

      “Look at the rain!” she exclaimed. For the first time she sounded sincerely upset, and a slight frown creased her forehead. As rain drummed against the windows and water streamed down the glass in rivulets, Boone glanced at the swimming pool. Glittering bubbles popped up where raindrops hit.

      “Sorry,” he said. “You’ll get home tomorrow morning, I’m sure. This will clear off and move on.”

      She bit her lower lip, and he stared, wanting to feel her full lips against his, wanting to kiss her. Her attention swung back to him and she blinked, and he guessed that briefly, she had forgotten him. Few times in his life had he had women forget, ignore or rebuff him, and the unique experience was both a challenge and exasperating.

      The waiter brought their steaks and hot, baked potatoes sprinkled with chives. Then he uncorked a bottle of red wine that Boone had ordered to go with the steaks and filled new glasses.

      As they cut into the juicy meat, thunder rattled the windows and another flash of lightning tore across the sky.

      “We’re getting a deluge,” she said, sounding concerned.

      “It’ll pass and we’re warm and cozy, enjoying delicious steaks and an unforgettable evening.”

      “It’s going to be unforgettable, all right.”

      He reached over to take her hand, and her eyes flew wide as she looked at him.

      “You can’t do anything about the rain, and it will go away. No Noah’s Ark needed here. Enjoy your dinner and let go of the worries. Let’s have another toast.” He released her hand and picked up his wineglass. “Here’s to sunshine in the morning and excitement tonight.”

      She picked up her wine to sip. “I think I’m getting woozy from the wine.”

      “The steak dinner will take away the effects of the wine. Enjoy yourself and forget the cares of the day.”

      “I will.” She took a bite of steak, closing her eyes as she chewed and he stared. She was one of the sexiest women he had ever known. He barely knew her—not even knowing her name, much less her phone number—and as far as she was concerned, she was going to walk out of his life and never see him again. He had no intention of letting that happen.

      “This is the best steak I’ve had in a long time,” she said. “I was famished. We had peanuts on the plane, but that doesn’t do it when you’ve missed lunch, and breakfast was orange juice and coffee.”

      Another clap of thunder shook the panes and lightning flashed, giving a silvery brightness to the world outside. In seconds another brilliant flash crackled and then a loud bang came from outside. Inside the restaurant, the lights flickered and went off.

      “Oh, my!” she said.

      “It may be temporary,” Boone stated, digging in his pocket and pulling out a small flashlight. At the same time, she removed a small flashlight from her purse and switched it on. They looked at each other and laughed as they placed the flashlights on the table.

      “So we think alike on some things,” Boone said. “We each carry flashlights for emergencies.”

      “Even if it’s as dark as a cave, I’m eating this steak,” she declared.

      “So am I. Here comes our waiter.”

      The waiter approached with a candle in a hurricane glass and Boone noticed that other waiters were bringing out candles.

      “This is just a temporary power outage,” the waiter said as he moved glasses and set the candle in the center of the table. “A transformer has blown, and they hope to restore power soon. Can I get you anything else?”

      “We’re fine,” Boone said, watching the white-coated man refill their wineglasses. If she was getting any kind of buzz from drinking her wine, it wasn’t apparent to him. She was as guarded about her personal life as she had been when they sat down.

      He touched the flashlights.