eyes seemed genuine. Unexpectedly she found she wanted to unload her burdens, share her life with him. A voice somewhere deep down cautioned her. He is everything you hate. Yet she found the words tumbling out regardless.
“I was studying to be a teacher when I fell pregnant with my son Jesse.” She stopped and noted the look of surprise on his face but continued nevertheless. “He’s almost five. His dad, Adrian, died in a car accident when Jesse was a baby. I took up modeling for the money. My mum looks after Jesse when I’m working. I’m only doing it until I can save enough to finish my degree and support my family in the meantime.” She took a deep breath and found, once she started, she couldn’t stop. Something about him made it so easy to talk to him. Was it wrong to trust him? It didn’t feel wrong.
“I had a feeling you were model ing for the money and not because it is what you want to do. This is one of the reasons I was so intrigued by you.”
“I do it for Jesse.”
“So, teaching?”
“Yes, hopefully I’ll have the money to finish my degree soon.”
“I’m glad you started modeling or I wouldn’t have met you.”
“Well no, maybe not.” She smiled. “Tell me about your family.”
As he was about to begin the waiter brought over a bottle of champagne and took their dinner orders.
“I, um, ordered some champagne. I hope you don’t mind.”
“It’s lovely,” she said, taking a sip. “Please, tell me about your family.”
“Well , my parents are retired. My dad was a lawyer and my mum a teacher. My older brother Nathan is a lawyer too and is married with two kids. My younger brother Jared is a fire fighter and is getting married in a month. So the usual happy family. We were lucky.”
“Sounds nice. What about you?”
“I travelled around a lot before moving back here about a year ago. I was freelancing for magazines and newspapers and saw lots of things I wish I hadn’t. It i s the main reason I gave it up, that and I want try and find a gallery to exhibit my work. Photographing victims of war weren’t the only things, thankfully, that I was able to shoot while away. If I can start selling pieces I can give away the modeling shoots. I don’t want to be doing it forever but I also don’t want to see any more suffering either.” His brow furrowed and his thoughts seemed to go elsewhere for a moment.
“I knew you were too talented for modeling work. I would love to see your real work.” She smiled, hoping to lift his frown and she was pleased when it worked. “Your large family sounds great. There are only the three of us.”
“What happened to your dad?”
As she went to answer dinner arrived. When the waiter left she didn’t say anything but Mitch continued to stare, waiting for her answer.
“After a string of affairs, he ran off with another woman when I was a toddler. I haven’t seen him since.”
“So that’s why you wouldn’t go out with me.”
“Yes. To be honest I still can’t believe I did and then told you everything about me. For some reason I can’t explain, I thought perhaps, deep down, you weren’t like that.”
“I was in a way. I wasn’t interested in settling down and the offers were there.” This time his grin was cheeky.
“I see,” she replied raising one eyebrow.
“I admit I didn’t think I had a huge romantic side and liked having the freedom to do what I wanted. Then I met you ... and I felt different. I felt shy and lost for words and that is definitely a new experience for me.”
“Still charming , though.” They both laughed. “You seem pretty sweet to me. I’m still hoping it’s not an act.” She winked. “I think you have been hiding Mitchell in there while Mitch was playing.”
“Maybe I was waiting for the right woman.”
Prickles of anticipation shot up her spine as his twinkling blue eyes gazed into hers. Was this all a charming act? One way to find out she supposed. His intense gaze became too much