Eddie watched her looking at him, a small grin on his lips as the blood rush to her cheeks. "Then is the blush for the fact that you just said I was the man of your dreams? Or the illicit things you've dreamed of me doing to you?" he teased with a wink. Maybe it was because he'd met Jackson and seen how strongly the large man had reacted in relation to the footballer. But he was starting to think that though they all shared some connection, there were much more personal connections within the larger whole. Which only made sense.
Especially given how strongly he was reacting to Ann. If Jackson had felt about the footballer the way he was beginning to feel about Ann, he'd have threatened the munching on hearts too. Which surprised him into silence, since he wasn't usually that much of a caveman with the women he dated.
The waiter came back then and brought the bottle of wine he'd ordered earlier, a Boutari Naoussa Grande Reserve 1976. It was uncorked carefully and a splash was poured for Eddie to taste and approve, and he did. Gleefully. Perhaps that was the best part of Greece. The wine, at least the good wine as he had yet to try that retsina crap they served most tourists.
The waiter left then, giving them time to look at the menu since Eddie had told them it was a personal lunch and they weren't in any rush.
"For what it's worth, you're the only woman I've ever dreamed about. So I suppose I know how you feel. Sort of?" he asked with another grin, hoping he hadn't already put his foot in it.