Serenity Williams looked up at the man across from her in the swanky restaurant. His mouth moved as furiously as his animated gestures. A smile. Hearty laughter. A wink. Hands tossed in the air. Serenity forced a half-cocked smile. It was the most she could manage having no idea what he’d just said. She’d zoned him out several minutes before, hearing the voice but no longer making out his words. His voice droned on. She was sure he was still talking about himself. Had he even asked about her? They had to have been at the table for at least an hour.

Entertaining herself, Serenity allowed her thoughts to wander from her crazy work schedule to creating mini-stories about the people her eyes landed on in the restaurant. Still, she maintained some level of consistent eye contact with her rambling date. The shifts in his motions clued her in on when to tilt her head sideways to appear engaged or spread her lips into an attentive-looking grin.

Serenity felt cynical, a feeling that didn’t sit with her well. She loved people. Never had she been so uninterested in what a person had to say. But this man in front of her, the self-absorbed Mark Stapleton, had trampled on her attention span and hadn’t bothered to notice when she disengaged.

A lanky waiter with long blond hair pulled back into a low ponytail came to remove their plates. Her meal was only slightly touched. Serenity welcomed the interruption, smiling at the waiter as if she were happy to see him. Mark stopped talking long enough to allow the space for the young man to ask if she would like to take her meal home.

“And the check, please.” Mark dismissed the man’s presence and went right back to speaking highly of himself. He paused again to take a sip of wine. Placing the glass on the table, he sighed and grinned, seemingly impressed with himself. “There’s a nice lounge down the street,” he said matter-of-factly.

“Huh? Oh...uh...” Serenity shook her head, then smiled apologetically. “Sorry. I have to be up really early tomorrow to work with some of my kids. Maybe another time?”

“You have children?” Mark reared his head back.

“No. I’m referring to the kids I give music lessons to.”

“Oh!” He looked relieved.

Another turnoff.

The waiter returned with her carryout package and the check. Serenity was thankful the date was finally coming to an end.

Mark stood, extending to his full six feet of handsome tautness, and waited for her to get up from the table too. Strong features etched his face perfectly, drawing sharp lines in his jaw. Broad shoulders and a slim waist impeccably filled a well-fitting suit. He was undoubtedly attractive. Serenity also wouldn’t deny that his résumé was impressive. A proud engineer. A fraternity man. There was enough to admire about Mark, but Serenity was the type to regard others as much as she did herself, and he simply didn’t. They’d shared a meal, and he knew nothing about her. She wasn’t an attention-seeker, but she didn’t enjoy feeling discarded.

“Thank you for a wonderful meal.” Serenity was being honest. The food was delicious, despite the fact that she’d lost her appetite shortly after it arrived.

“I’ll just come by your place.” Mark closed the space between them and ran the back of his finger down her cheek.

Serenity’s skin tightened there. “Oh...I think it’s a little too soon for that.”

“Oh, you’re one of those.” Mark

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