Whatever I have to doto convince Casey to let me have this with him, I’ll gladly negotiate it and agree to it.
We’re quickly seated by the hostess. The restaurant is small, and a little pricey, but it’s quiet and the tall-backed booths and dim lighting make for privacy.
When the waitress takes our drink order, I speak up. “And this is all on one check,” I say, pointing to myself.
Once we’re alone, Declan smirks.“Going to bill the state for this working lunch, Governor?”
“No,” I say, dropping my voice. “I’m paying for it myself.”
His smirk fades to confusion. “What? Why?”
I nudge my glasses up my nose and focus on my menu. “Because this isn’t a working lunch,” I softly say. “This is a date.”
I don’t look up, but out of the corner of my eye I see that hits him hard in good ways.
For starters, he doesn’tobject.
Secondly, as he begins perusing the menu, that submissive little smile he has curves his lips, and that sweet, pink flush has risen high in his cheeks.
Somehow, I resist the urge to move my foot and rub it against his leg under the table. That’s too much risk and there isn’t a tablecloth that would conceal my actions.
It’s enough for me to know my boy knows what’s on my mind right atthis moment.
It’ll have to be enough for now, even though it’s not nearly enough for me.
