Carter: The Sinner Saints #1 (10 page)

Chapter Nine

“So are you going to tell me the real reason you’ve brought me here tonight?” Ally asked the moment they stepped off the elevator and started walking down the long hallway that led to Chef Marcel’s.

Carter kept his head straight ahead, and Ally’s jaw tightened. She was quickly learning that he didn’t like to look at her when he lied.

“I thought you might be hungry,” he said. “Isn’t that reason enough?”

She narrowed her eyes as she stared at him. Yeah, she hadn’t bought it back up in the hotel room, and she wasn’t buying it now.

Of course, she’d been too swept up by his compliments and proximity when they’d been upstairs to say anything. There was something about the way his warm caramel gaze fell over her, like he might want to skip dinner altogether and get right to dessert. And then there was the touch…oh Lord, his touch. Even now Ally could feel the tingles radiating out from where his fingers had caressed the back of her palm.

No wonder she’d lost the ability to speak.

But now that she’d had a few moments to take a breath and calm down, she could finally get around to calling him out.

“I’ve had plenty of dinners in jeans before,” she said.

“But tonight you don’t have to,” Carter said, tucking her closer to his side as they crossed through the open archway into the restaurant.

Ally opened her mouth to ask again, but closed it the moment she started to look around. Chef Marcel’s had to be the nicest restaurant she’d ever been in.

Crystal chandeliers hung from the carved paneled ceiling. Leather chairs and bar stools were tastefully arranged in the mood lit lounge. Just beyond the bar area she could see the dining room and its sophisticated modern, but not trendy, design. Walls of windows looked out across a panoramic view of the city.

Yeah, this was a hell of a lot nicer than scraping the last bits of cheese off the top of a cardboard pizza box.

Maybe she was digging a little deeper than she had to. It was just dinner after all. How much trouble could Carter really get into while seated in a crowded, upscale place like this?

He led her over to an empty pair of dark plush chairs tucked in a tight V in the corner closest to the dining room. A small table was nestled between them. Carter let go of her hand, allowing her to sit.

Ally swept her hand along the back of her skirt as she sat, making sure she kept her back as straight as possible. She’d never been so worried about wrinkling a dress in her life. She’d never worn anything this nice. And it wasn’t like the thing was hers. Not really.

She had the feeling that Carter would try to give it to her as a gift, but there was no way she could accept something so expensive. Once she took it off for the night, she’d be handing it right back to him.

Of course, how it ended up coming off of her was really anybody’s guess. She might not have believed his reasons for bringing her here tonight, but the hungry looks he’d been giving her, those had seemed real enough.

Either that or the man was a better liar than she was giving him credit for.

The waitress appeared a moment later.

“I’ll have an old fashioned,” Carter ordered, and then gestured toward Ally.

“And a soda water, please.”

The waitress nodded before turning and heading back to the backlit antique bar.

“A soda water?” The corners of Carter’s eyes lifted as he asked.

“One of us has to keep our head on straight.”

“Good thinking,” he said with a wink.

Ally resisted the urge to reach out and smack him. Instead, she looked down and smoothed out the wrinkles on her lap.

“You all right?” Carter asked.

“Yeah,” Ally said, looking up and giving him a tight smile.

“Really?” he pressed. “Because you seem a little uncomfortable.”

“I’m fine,” she said. “Just a little out of my element.”

Carter leaned in closer. “So let me get this straight. You’re totally fine sneaking into a black tie affair, but not to a restaurant where you have a legitimate reservation.”

Ally smiled despite herself. Sure, it sounded silly when he put it like that.

“I might feel a little better if you’d tell me what we’re really doing here,” she tried.

“Why can’t it be enough that I wanted to take you out to dinner?” he said, looking her in the eye. “You’re a beautiful woman, Ally.”

“Now, sure,” she said, rolling her eyes. “After a team of experts works on me for three hours. They could have done the same thing with a chimpanzee.”

“No, they couldn’t have,” Carter shook his head. “Chimps can’t pull off the heels.”

Ally laughed. “I stand corrected.”

“Besides, they absolutely refuse to laugh at my jokes,” he said, giving her a long look.

Ally tried to push her hair back over her ear out of instinct. Except it wasn’t there. It was all pulled back and piled high. There was nothing to hide her blush, and she was forced to meet his gaze.

“That sounds like the voice of experience,” she shot back.

He shrugged. “You do what you have to do in service to your country.”

Finally, a topic that wasn’t likely to make her blush. “How long were you in the Army?”

“Long enough,” he said.

“And what made you choose to go into Special Forces?”

He raised a brow. “Are you interviewing me?”

“Completely off the record, I promise.” Ally leaned in closer. Her thigh pressed against his knee. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea, getting this cozy, but somehow it felt right.

The waitress came back and put their drinks down in front of them. Carter waited until she had turned away before answering.

“I didn’t choose. I was chosen,” he said.

Ally smiled. “Is that the diplomatic way of saying you were too badass for the regular rank and file?”

“Your words, not mine.” Carter picked up his drink, but his eyes never left Ally’s. “Both Mason and I were approached while at West Point. It seems our skills were better suited for unconventional warfare.”

Ally had no problem believing him. There was nothing conventional about Carter Macmillan.

“And the rest of your men?” she asked.

“They were similarly recruited from the Rangers for their unique talents. That’s how it usually happens.”

Carter shifted in his seat. It was a small move, almost innocent, but it pressed the side of his leg flush against hers, intensifying their contact.

“Ah,” Ally said and took a sip of her water. She was glad that she hadn’t ordered anything stronger. Her head was already swimming. The last thing she needed to do was throw alcohol into the mix.

“Ah, what?” he asked, looking genuinely intrigued.

“I can’t help but think that
their unique talents
is code for
the scariest bunch of bastards that you’ll ever meet
.”

“That’s unfair,” Carter said, shooting her a mock scowl. “I’ve met Bowie’s parents personally, and they were both wearing wedding rings.”

Ally glanced at the floor as she laughed, and when she looked up, his eyes were still on her.

Warmth built inside her. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d connected with someone like this. Sure, she’d been on dates, even had a couple of relationships that had stretched into weeks, but Ally had never felt this comfortable with any of those men.

And it wasn’t just attraction—though Heaven knew, she was feeling plenty of that. She felt like she could be herself around him. That he didn’t want her to be anyone
but
herself. Carter had shown time and time again that he could meet her on her own terms, that he wasn’t intimidated by her or her ambitions, that he was strong enough to take her as she was. And while rock hard abs and a stubble-lined jaw could turn a girl’s head, those were the qualities that really turned a woman on.

“Thanks for making me laugh.” Ally reached out and laid her hand on his knee. “I’m feeling a lot better.”

Carter glanced down at her hand. He opened his mouth, but before he could say a word, a soft ding sounded from his jacket pocket. Carter pulled out his phone and looked down at the screen.

For a second she thought she saw a moment of disappointment flash over his face, but it was gone before she could be certain. He tucked the device away. When he looked up, all traces of warmth were gone from his expression.

“It’s time,” he said, his voice all business.

Ally was taken aback by the sudden change in his demeanor. “Our reservation is right now?”

“Now.” He stood and put his hand out to her.

“Okay,” Ally said, taking it.

She tried not to read too much into Carter’s actions as he led her over to the maître d’.

“Mr. Ward. The table you requested is ready,” the man said before leading them over to a small table tucked into the furthest corner of the dining room.

It was an odd choice for a table, but Ally figured Carter must have wanted the seclusion. All the way back here they were shielded from half the patrons. They still had a magnificent view of the city.

Well, she did, at least. From her seat, Ally could see past the glistening lights of downtown all the way down to the Sacramento River. Carter’s angle wasn’t as nice. He was stuck looking at the office building that was kitty corner from them.

The maître d’ put down the menus then passed Carter a wine list, but he waved it off.

“Whatever you recommend will be just fine,” he said.

The maître d’ raised his brows but nodded. “Very good, sir.”

Ally turned to Carter as the man walked away. Her lips pulled together.

His attitude had changed instantly. It couldn’t have been because of something that she said. Could it? Or something that she’d done?

The hand on his knee.

Oh, God. Had she read the situation all wrong? Had she acted too forward? Too needy?

Heaven knew it wouldn’t have been the first time. She’d been through more than her fair share of awkward first dates, but it seemed like she and Carter were getting on well. Better than well.

He’d been leaning into her and winking.
Winking
. If that wasn’t flirting she didn’t know what was. How the hell could she be blamed for misreading that sign?

One of the staff came over and filled their water glasses. Ally thanked him when Carter couldn’t be bothered with looking away from the window.

She picked up her glass and took a sip.

Had she said something that had upset him? Even as her mind spun back through the conversation they’d just had, she seriously doubted it. Hell, she’d pantomimed choking him just this morning and he hadn’t even batted an eye. Carter Macmillan wasn’t exactly a delicate flower.

Maybe the best thing was to just plow right on through the awkwardness.

“So, tell me more about the guys on your team,” she said.

He didn’t look away from the window. “They’re…good guys.”

Ally put down the water glass as the wine arrived. The waiter poured and Carter pulled his attention away from outside just long enough to taste it.

“It’s fine,” he said.

For a second there, Ally thought she might have had him back, but then his eyes focused off in the distance again.

Ally tried the wine. Just a sip wouldn’t hurt.

Wow.

Fine
was one hell of an understatement. That had to be the best glass of wine she’d ever tasted in her life.
Wonderful
would have been a better word.
Amazing
would have nailed it.

Ally looked over the rim of her glass at Carter. The candlelight played off his face. He didn’t look angry or upset. He was still every bit as handsome as he ever was. There was just something distant about him. Something wrong that she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

They’d been so close just a moment ago. Not just physically, but there had been a connection between them, something that went beyond the playful banter that they’d shared before. Something far more real. She couldn’t have been imagining it.

But now he was more like the man she’d seen back in his office.
The Captain
. That’s what everyone had called him. There hadn’t been any jokes or smiles then, just business.

Well, he wasn’t her
Captain
.

She decided to try and get the charming man she’d been talking to a moment ago, back.

“How about
Iceman
?” she said, trying a playful smile. “Tell me about him.”

“Who?” Carter’s eyes never wavered from the window.

“Tall guy,” Ally reminded him. “Blonde hair, hard eyes, soul like a glacier.”

“Oh, Rhys,” he said. “He’s….”

Carter’s words trailed off.

“Let me guess,” Ally whispered to herself as she picked up her wine glass again. “A good guy?”