He'd never before been in as intimate a situation with her as this lunch situation proposed, but Alina was a close friend of the McGuires and had been introduced to him early on in his stay at Safe Harbor a year and a half ago as someone he particularly ought to get to know. Perhaps there had been a certain suggestive gleam in his old friend Robert's eyes. And since she also worked in the cafe with him, he'd had ample opportunity to get to know her.
AT least superficially.
This was the first tim she'd shared any information of any real depth with him, though she was certainly friendly enough in offering cursory details of her life. He'd always known there was more to her than she was letting on, layers she was merely hinting at in her conversation.
But whatever she had tucked away in that pretty head of hers had remained that way and he'd respected that privacy until now. He had his own secrets to keep, too.
But now, he'd accidentally scratched beneath the surface of Alina's because of the guess he'd made about her desire to leave RhyDin. Which was, he mused uneasily, nothing more than conjecture for him.
Who would have known a man like him, who preferred a medical manual to any kind of emotion whatsoever, would be able to come remotely close to--never mind actually being able to guess--the inner motives of a young woman with so much going for her right here in town?
Alina loudly cleared her throat, and Keir was pulled from his musings to discover she was staring at him as if he'd grown two heads.
He shrugged his shoulders and flashed her a crooked, apologetic grin.
"Let's walk to the restaurant," Alina suggested, stepping one foot off the curb and looking back, eagerly holding her hand out for him to follow and smiling in earnest.
Keir readily agreed. HOw could he resist? It was a cool summer afternoon, slightly exceptional for July in RhyDin, though in fact he wouldnt' know personally since this was kind of his first, having been born and bred in the Lone Star State prior to moving to Wisconsin a few years ago.
Keir took a deep, ragged breath and forced his dark memories as deeply as they'd go into the back recesses of his mind. Now wasn't the time to be treading back on his melancholy. He'd already been brooding enough in poor Alina's company.
It was a wonderful, sunshine-filled day, and he was with a beautiful woman. The air was ripe with summer, with the pungent scent of blooming flowers and fresh green grass. A man couldn't ask for more blessings than that, now could he?
Alina, Keir realized with a start, had been chattering along as they went, while he'd been completely consumed by his thoughts. And, he also realized bluntly, he hadn't a single clue as to what she had said.
She was quiet now, though, observing him with a tantalizing tilt of her head that sent the sunlight shimmering off the highlights of her red hair. "A penny for your thoughts," she said, her voice rich and warm.
He chuckled awkwardly and jammed his fingers through his thick black hair. "Trust me, Alina, you don't want to know."
Judging from the jewel-fine gleam in her eyes and the way she cocked her hands on her hips just so, she was obviously going to argue the point, but he quickly cut her short.
"We're at the restaurant," he pointed out, gesturing to the front door of Omlette's O'Plenty. "And I don't know about you, but I'm hungry enough to eat a whole menu's worth of items. LEt's go in and get a table before we end up having to wait."
She pressed her full lips together and surveyed him keenly. "Keir--" she began, and then stopped without finishing her sentence. She stared at him a moment more and then said, "Okay. Let's go in."
AT least superficially.
This was the first tim she'd shared any information of any real depth with him, though she was certainly friendly enough in offering cursory details of her life. He'd always known there was more to her than she was letting on, layers she was merely hinting at in her conversation.
But whatever she had tucked away in that pretty head of hers had remained that way and he'd respected that privacy until now. He had his own secrets to keep, too.
But now, he'd accidentally scratched beneath the surface of Alina's because of the guess he'd made about her desire to leave RhyDin. Which was, he mused uneasily, nothing more than conjecture for him.
Who would have known a man like him, who preferred a medical manual to any kind of emotion whatsoever, would be able to come remotely close to--never mind actually being able to guess--the inner motives of a young woman with so much going for her right here in town?
Alina loudly cleared her throat, and Keir was pulled from his musings to discover she was staring at him as if he'd grown two heads.
He shrugged his shoulders and flashed her a crooked, apologetic grin.
"Let's walk to the restaurant," Alina suggested, stepping one foot off the curb and looking back, eagerly holding her hand out for him to follow and smiling in earnest.
Keir readily agreed. HOw could he resist? It was a cool summer afternoon, slightly exceptional for July in RhyDin, though in fact he wouldnt' know personally since this was kind of his first, having been born and bred in the Lone Star State prior to moving to Wisconsin a few years ago.
Keir took a deep, ragged breath and forced his dark memories as deeply as they'd go into the back recesses of his mind. Now wasn't the time to be treading back on his melancholy. He'd already been brooding enough in poor Alina's company.
It was a wonderful, sunshine-filled day, and he was with a beautiful woman. The air was ripe with summer, with the pungent scent of blooming flowers and fresh green grass. A man couldn't ask for more blessings than that, now could he?
Alina, Keir realized with a start, had been chattering along as they went, while he'd been completely consumed by his thoughts. And, he also realized bluntly, he hadn't a single clue as to what she had said.
She was quiet now, though, observing him with a tantalizing tilt of her head that sent the sunlight shimmering off the highlights of her red hair. "A penny for your thoughts," she said, her voice rich and warm.
He chuckled awkwardly and jammed his fingers through his thick black hair. "Trust me, Alina, you don't want to know."
Judging from the jewel-fine gleam in her eyes and the way she cocked her hands on her hips just so, she was obviously going to argue the point, but he quickly cut her short.
"We're at the restaurant," he pointed out, gesturing to the front door of Omlette's O'Plenty. "And I don't know about you, but I'm hungry enough to eat a whole menu's worth of items. LEt's go in and get a table before we end up having to wait."
She pressed her full lips together and surveyed him keenly. "Keir--" she began, and then stopped without finishing her sentence. She stared at him a moment more and then said, "Okay. Let's go in."