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I’ll pass. The romaine packs a greater nutritional punch.
And, oh, if you have it on hand, could you have the cook throw some kohlrabi on
there, too?”
    “Cold rabbit?”   Dominic’s thick brows rushed together.
    “ Kol-ra-bee .”
Kendra cast herself as the kohlrabi expert of all kohlrabi experts even though
she’d Googled it only three days ago after finding it in a client’s manuscript.
“It’s a vegetable. Looks like a cross between a cabbage and a turnip. In fact,
in German kohl is for cabbage and rabi is for turnip.   It’s packed with loads of potassium and
vitamin C. Its flavor is akin to broccoli stem or cabbage heart.” When Dominic
made a brief yuck face she added, “Make that lots and lots of kohlrabi.
Kohlrabi is the new kale, don’t you know?”
    Dominic stroked his chin. “So with beer being the
exception, you’re health-conscious.   I like that.”
    “Sorry,” Carol told her, “but I’m sure we don’t
have any kol…um, what you said.”
    “ Kol-ra-bee .
Kohlrabi.” Kendra now played the parrot stuck on mimicking a new word.
    “But we do have kale,” Carol said brightly.
    “Very well, add the kale,” Kendra said.
    “So are you going for the kale?” Carol grinned at
Dominic.
    “Sure! Why not?”   Dominic said, winking at Kendra.
    Monkey see,
monkey do, monkey pee all over you. Kendra resisted reciting the juvenile
taunt, closed her menu, and passed it back to Carol, who departed before they
could change their minds.
    “What made you assume I’d want a beer?” Kendra
asked.
    “A big-ass stein in your hand. I spotted you at
the conference hotel bar in Dallas. I was going to join you before you took
off.”
    “Oh. Well, they say you are what you eat, not
drink.   Fresh fruit and vegetables
every chance I get to balance things out,” Kendra replied primly, though
maraschino cherries (from late night ice cream sundae binges) and a jar of
pickled beets (from her apartment’s previous occupant) were the only fruit and
veggies in her fridge.   Her cabinets
housed one mini can of expired Beanee Weenee she made a mental note to toss
once and for all, three cans of creamed corn, and eleven boxes of assorted
kiddie breakfast cereals.
    Dominic’s gaze lingered on Kendra as her puffer
vest grew warmer, but she didn’t want to appear as if she were stripping for him
so she kept it on.
    Carol zipped back with two tall glasses of iced
tea and their salads.
    “Why did you send the yarn?” Kendra asked after
Carol left.
    “I find you attractive, make that extremely
attractive,” Dominic said with a slow, brazen appraisal of her.
    Her flush intensified. Had they raised the
thermostat in the place?   “Thank
you,” she replied, rotated her plate left, and said grace in her head.
    “And I’d like to get to know you better.” He
reached for her hand and his thumb caressed her skin, sending delightful sparks
all over her body. “Now, how’s that for direct?”
    Kendra liked, no loved , the way he looked, too, but chose not to tell him so. Still,
their gazes held for several moments. She could get lost in those eyes. Only
after realizing she did not want to let go of his hand, did she fake a cough to
have an excuse to ease it away.
    “Besides books and knitting, what else does Kendra
Porter enjoy?”   The way he lowered
his voice made her think of that game that required adding “in bed” to the
words tucked inside fortune cookies.
      Kendra
chugged her iced tea and studied him before speaking again. “What do you hope
to get out of this?”
      “Oh,
another date, perhaps?”
      “And
that’s all this is about?”
    “Yeah, what else could it possibly be? Why so
suspicious all of a sudden?”
    “Right.”   Kendra scoffed. “You and I dating?”
    “Yes. Why not?”   Dominic paused. “Oh, I think I get it
now.” He sat up straighter. “Time to address the proverbial elephant in the
room. Shall we?”
      Kendra
sat up straighter, too.   “Yes, let’s
do