Keep To The Script (Complete)

~ Chapter 13 ~

"No, I guess I don't."

"Good. Now, do you know what you want, JD?" She licked her lips and then turned again to slowly eye him. After a few moments, he lifted his brow and looked around. "What?" he asked as his eyes locked back on her.

"I'm trying to decide what tastes better with your skin, give me a moment, geez." He busted out laughing as he grabbed her hips and spun her back around, causing people to look in their direction.

"None of that, wise ass." She laughed as well and walked up to the cashier, pulling out her card but he pushed it away. "I got it, my treat."

"Funny seems a lot this weekend has been your treat."

"How else do you wine and dine a lady?" he asked, tossing her a wink.

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"How do you feel about a nice place for dinner?" he asked her as they stood along the shore. She wanted to walk back to the house and enjoy the view, but her legs were killing her and what he said earlier was no joke. Add in the fact of heels to that and she was quickly shaking her head.

"No, no place fancy. Not if it requires some dress, which I don't have here anyway, or heels. I honestly don't recall a single time when I walked nearly so much, and I've done a few theme parks with my niece and nephews!"

"No, it wouldn't require that. I know the perfect outfit and you wouldn't have to worry." She tilted her head slightly and then slowly nodded.

"Okay, I trust you. But I'm not sure I want you rummaging through my suitcase."

"Oh, hiding some fancy panties on me or something," he teased her, wrapping his arms around her from behind. She leaned back against him, enjoying the warmth that he was giving her. The beach was beautiful with the orange sunset getting ready to dip below the ocean lines, but the wind off the shore was colder and her shorts weren't doing shit for her legs. "Come on, it's been a bit since we ate, and that ice cream won't work."

"Sure, bossy." He laughed as he took her hand and then led her back to the car, helping her in once more. "What is this place?"

"A family-owned business, not mine. But the people who owned it are close to my parents, so another set of older generations I grew up around. I haven't been there in over a year, so I'm sure I will get told something, but because of that, no one will dare follow us." Judith had to grin at that. Other than the fan, okay another two run-ins after that, no one else bothered them, which was nice. She could have sworn that Angel had a bigger following but maybe with the slight change of looks for the role, no one was catching on that it was him.

Two hours later, she walked down the stairs in the short, white sun dress that he picked out for her, along with her black flats. She left her hair down as he requested and applied a rather simple look for her makeup. By the time she was done, she sure didn't look like the 40-year-old that she knew. Maybe that's why he picked this out for her to wear?

"Wow," he breathed as he walked out of the kitchen and stopped to stare at her, "you look stunning like that. And the hair off the side gives you such an innocent look."

"I'm far from it."

"Doesn't matter, you look gorgeous, Judith." She ducked her head, trying not to blush at the compliment, but it wasn't working. Sure, he had been smooth with his words, but that was something new. Not that she didn't believe him before, okay, maybe she didn't, but this time, she believed him. "Shall we? I have reservations and I don't want to be late."

"Of course." He took her hand and led her to the car, helping her in, and then running around the front of the car to climb into the driver's side. She watched him, a smile tugging at her lips. With a sigh, she looked out the window as he drove down the coastal road and she watched the darker waters, enjoying the view, and actually the quiet. It wasn't often that she could feel comfortable with someone and not talk, but she did with him. And before she knew it, they were pulling up into a highly loaded parking lot. "Looks busy."

"I wouldn't be surprised. Feliz, the owner, runs quite the place. It's well established, especially in this area." He got out and walked around to help her, taking her hand. "Feliz, and his wife Lupe, have owned this place for at least 30 years. I remember my mom helping them out when I was younger. She's a whiz with numbers." They paused before they went in, and she looked at him.

"What is it?"

"I just wish mom had gotten further in life. She didn't graduate high school because she got pregnant, and my parents got married right away. You know the story of a typical older Mexican generation." She wanted to say she did, but really, her experience was limited. She knew the culture, sure, but it wasn't like a lot of her friends back home were open about their parents' lives.

"I know of stories such as that," she told him as she passed by him while he held the door open. They shared a smile and were about to walk into the dining room when a woman barreled down on them, her eyes blazing.

"How dare you bring a hussy into this place, Angel! You will not disrespect Feliz, or Lupe, with some little tramp, get her out. She does not belong here, ever!"