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“Wait!” Zoey tugged on her sleeve. “What if we want to sit over there?” She pointed to a table on the other side of the room, which only had a few occupants.
“Sure, I don’t think that would be a problem.” She picked up our menus and headed toward another table.
Before I could ask Zoey what she was doing, a familiar head of dark hair curling at her shoulders caught my attention at a table that was awfully close to our new one.
“Ms. Winter!” Zoey waved her hand wildly at her teacher.
Wren turned, her mouth dropping into a surprised ‘o’ before the corners lifted in a smile of welcome. “What a wonderful surprise to see you, Zoey.”
Zoey rushed forward until she stood by Wren’s side and hugged her. “I didn’t know you were having dinner here too,” Zoey said as she side-eyed me.
I had a sneaking suspicion that Zoey did, in fact, know Wren would be here.
Wren pulled away and gestured to her date. “Dominic, this is one of my students.” She glanced up at me, a pink tinge darkening her pale cheeks. “And her father, Mr. Hunter.”
“Nice to meet you,” Dominic said, barely sparing a glance at Zoey or myself.
Wren frowned at her date.
I wasn’t too impressed with him either.
My eyes slid down Wren’s figure, taking in the hip-hugging, deep navy dress with a plunging neckline that made me want to skim my fingers over her lush curves. Fire sparked through my veins, demanding I give in to the same desire I’d felt earlier this week. I wanted to press my lips to hers until she was breathless.
“Uh, Mr. Hunter. Is this table all right?” the hostess asked.
“Sure. It’s fine,” I answered, jerking my gaze from Wren.
Her pink cheeks darkened and an answering heat flared in her eyes, letting me know she had seen my eyes traveling down her body.
“Are you ready to order?” Dominic covered her hand with his, shooting me a glare. He noticed too.
“Are you sure we can’t have this table?” Zoey asked and pointed to the one directly next to Wren.
“I’m sorry, but that one’s already reserved and the guests should be here shortly.”
Zoey harrumphed in displeasure but still took the seat the hostess indicated.
“This is fine. Thank you,” I said, sitting down.
As I perused the menu, I couldn’t stop my eyes from flickering to the table near us. A burning sensation settled in my stomach each time Dominic touched Wren. The wan smiles she sent him made me wonder why she was there with him if she wasn’t having a great time.
Her gaze met mine and then looked away. Effectively dismissing me.
I’d be better off doing the same. I was here tonight with Zoey. She was my priority. Not an attraction that would dissipate. Besides, she was off-limits as Zoey’s teacher, and we didn’t get along. The night of Halloween was the exception, not the rule.
Chapter Six
WREN
Iglanced at Beckett, and Zoey smiled when she waved at me again. It was adorable how excited she was to see me out.
Dominic turned his head, his lips twisting in a scowl. “I thought we were the ones on a date.”
“We are. What’s your problem?” What did it matter if I paid a little attention to one of my students?
“Listen, kids are not my thing,” he griped. He waved one of his hands vaguely toward the Hunters’ table.
“Oh-kay.” What the hell was that supposed to mean?