down and she placed the plastic bag in beside the clams and the container of scallops.
Virginia knelt down. “That’s quite a catch.”
“I don’t think it’ll be clam chowder any more,” Gavin said under his breath.
Virginia chuckled again and stood up. The scent of vanilla lingered and as she brushed her hair over her shoulder, he was hit with it again.
He loved the scent of vanilla. It reminded him of something homey. Something he’d always longed for as a child.
“I think you’re past the realms of a simple clam chowder and headed toward a seafood chowder or a bisque.” Virginia grinned.
“What’s the difference?” Lily asked.
“Bisque is puréed and chowder is chunky,” Virginia replied.
“Definitely chunky,” Lily said.
Gavin just shook his head and shut the cooler. “I guess we’re making seafood chowder.”
Virginia crossed her arms. “Have you ever made chowder before?”
“Does making it from a can count?”
Virginia cocked a finely arched brow. “No, it doesn’t.”
“Dang.” He grinned and was shocked by the next words that were suddenly spewing from his mouth. “Would you like to come over for dinner?”
Virginia was stunned.
Did he just ask me to dinner?
How was she going to respond? Well, she knew what she had to say. She had to say no, she was his boss.
“Please, come, Dr. Potter! Hey, maybe you could walk down to pier thirty-nine with us and watch the sea lions?” Lily was tugging on her hand, her blue eyes wide with excitement.
How can I say no to that?
She couldn’t, but she should.
“I’m not sure, Lily. How about I just walk down to the pier with you? Then I should go home and get these shrimp into the fridge.”
“Want to place them in my cooler?” Gavin asked, popping the lid.
Now she had no excuse to bolt. “Sure. Thanks.” Virginia set her bag in the cooler. They made their way through the crowd and onto the boardwalk, heading away from Fisherman’s Wharf and toward the loud barking sounds of San Francisco’s famous occupants.
Lily and Rose rushed forward and climbed up on the guard rail to watch the sea lions lounge on the docks, surrounded by sailboats lining the pier.
“I’ve been here six months and I haven’t come to see these guys yet. They’re pretty loud.”
“They are.” Virginia winced as the sea lions broke into another course of barking. Lily laughed outright, but Rose didn’t make a sound. She just beamed from ear to ear. Rose was such a little angel, or at least appeared to be. “How did your sister die?”
“Cancer,” Gavin answered.
“I’m so sorry for your loss.” And she was. If anyone understood, it was her, but she didn’t share her own pain. She couldn’t.
“Thank you.” He gazed at her and butterflies erupted in her stomach. He looked so different today. The navy-blue fisherman’s sweater accented the color of his hair and brought out the deep emerald of his eyes. His hair was a bit of a mess from Rose’s handling, but the tousled look suited him.
It made her swoon just a bit.
Get a hold on yourself.
“Well, I’d better head back to my place.” She bent down, opened his cooler and pulled out her bag of shrimp, dropping it in her canvas carryall. “Good luck with the chowder.”
Virginia turned to leave, but Gavin reached out and grabbed her arm to stop her from leaving. “I’d really like it if you came to dinner tonight.”
“Gavin…” She trailed off, trying to articulate one of the many excuses running through her brain.
I’m your boss.
Do you think it’s wise?
People are already talking.
Of course, all those excuses were lame. What did she have to lose? Yeah, she was technically Gavin’s boss, but it wasn’t like he was an intern or even a resident. He was an attending, the head of trauma surgery, so why couldn’t they be friends?
Who cares what other people think?
“Okay. Sure, I’d love to come to your place for dinner.” She pulled out an old business card and a pen. “Write down your address.”
Gavin did just that and handed it back to her. “I know Lily and Rose will be excited to have you join us tonight. We haven’t had a real house guest since the funeral.”
“What time should I be there?”
“Five o’clock. The girls are on a schedule for sleeping and since it takes me ten hours to get them to fall asleep once they’re in bed…”
Virginia laughed with him. “Five o’clock it is. I’m looking forward to it.”
Gavin nodded. “So am I. I’ll see you then.” He picked up his cooler and walked to where the girls had moved down the boardwalk for a better view of the sea lions.
Virginia glanced down at the card. Gavin didn’t live very far from her apartment. The shrimp linguine she had been planning to make for herself tonight could wait until tomorrow.
Tonight she’d actually have company to talk to instead of four walls and a cactus.
The first thing Virginia noticed about Gavin’s house was it was pink. Very pink. She parked her car and set her emergency brake. She’d been passing time for the last couple of hours, waiting for five o’clock to come.
The thing that struck her was that she was very nervous, like she was a teenager again, going on her first date.
She’d even done her hair and her makeup. So different from her usual Saturday attire of yoga pants, no bra and a tank top.
With one last check in the rearview mirror she got out of the car and opened the back door. Before she’d left the market she’d managed to pick up four small sourdough loaves. She was going to hollow them out so they could serve the soup up in them.
She hoped Gavin was a good cook, but she didn’t have much faith in that. The thought made her laugh as she headed towards the gated front door. She pushed the buzzer and waited. As she was waiting she noticed a flicker of the drapes in the bay window above her and she spied quiet little Rose peering at her through the lace.
Poor little soul.
The door was unlocked and opened and Gavin opened the gate. “Welcome.”
Virginia stepped over the threshold as Gavin locked the gate and then the front door again. He was dressed the same as he had been earlier, but at least his hair wasn’t as messy. Still, he looked handsome and it made her heart beat just a bit faster.
“Are you afraid I might escape?” she teased, hoping he didn’t hear the nervous edge to her voice.
“No, just force of habit. I’m not used to living in a big city.”
“You live in a pretty nice neighborhood but, yeah, I can understand your apprehension.” She regretted suggesting he might be nervous when he furrowed his brow.
“You live in a very pink house, Gavin,” she teased, changing the subject.
“Yes, well, that’s my sister’s taste. She always loved the color pink.” He began to walk up the steps. “You can leave your shoes on—actually, I’d advise it as