He shook his head and went back to his shrimp. “Nothing. Just glad you enjoyed it.”
“That obvious?”
“The Wagyu is known to be good. I don’t think anyone would disagree with you.”
“It was a really good steak.”
“I just hope I can make you moan like that later tonight.”
Oh, dear God.“You’re joking.”
“Mostly.”
“Are you sure you’re not the oldest child? This sort of thing is exactly how I keep my younger brother in his place. I mean, not with S-E-X-Y jokes, but you know, keep him humble.”
Kingston didn’t flinch. “I’m not an oldest child.”
“What are you, then, birth-order-wise?”
He looked up. “Ah, the dessert menus.”
“Oh, I couldn’t,” Nicole protested, both because of the meat and potatoes she’d eaten but also from mentally adding up the bill from the salads and the shrimp and the Wagyu-flippin’-beef and the several bottles of champagne and the who-knew-what-else. “I’m stuffed.”
“Just a bite,” Kingston said. “Sorbets, maybe? We could share.”
The menu said the sorbet was only eight bucks. “Okay.”
“Great.” To the waiter, “We’ll split the Summer Sundae.”
Which wasthirty-four bucks,not the single scoop. “Whoa!”
He still spoke to the waiter and lifted the champagne bottle half-out of the silver ice bucket. “And another bottle of this in the room, and we’d like the candlelight turndown service.”
“Yes, sir.” The waiter looked between Nicole and Kingston, and then he angled his body forward, asking, “Special occasion?”
“Just for us,” Kingston told him.
“Ah. I’ll bring the sundae and arrange the rest.”
Kingston turned back to Nicole. “You’ll love the strawberry yuzu sorbet in the sundae. Trust me.”
And shedid.
And the Alphonso mango sorbet.
Andthe creamy sauce— “What is this?”
“Coconut cardamom caramel,” Kingston told her.
“Okay,wow.”
And the teeny fruity sandwich cookies were amazing, too.
“Mini macarons,” Kingston clarified.
And more champagne.
The napkin-twistedpopmade her head spin and her mouth water.
