“Wes was the guy we met at the dinner, right?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“Oh, he was nice.”
I smiled. “Yeah, he’s a good guy.”
“And really good looking.”
I chuckled. “Yes, he’s that as well.”
“What happened with Doom?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, Melody paid for a date with him, so are you going to go out with him?”
“Maybe,” I said evasively. “But I should probably focus on Wes first, huh?”
“Probably,” she conceded. “What are you going to wear?”
“That’s kind of why I called…”
* * *
Wes arrived promptly at five-thirty and I pulled the door open to find him holding a beautiful bouquet of wild flowers. “Hi. Come in.”
“You look beautiful,” he said, leaning down to kiss my cheek and handing me the flowers.
I wore a sleeveless, denim blue maxi dress, gathered at the waist with a split up the side that gave me ample room to accommodate my boot. I had one blingy flat sandal on that matched my clutch and I’d pulled my hair into a high ponytail so my large hoop earrings could be seen.
“Thank you. You look great as well.”
Wes wore dark jeans and a black button up, open at the throat with a fitted dinner jacket. He wore a pair of snakeskin shoes that were cool as all get out…and kind of his ‘thing.’
“I’ll get these in water and we can go.”
“How about I carry those,” he suggested and I smiled.
“Good plan.”
I led him into the kitchen, propped my crutches against the counter, and grabbed a vase, filling it with water while he unwrapped the flowers and set them inside.
“Thanks,” I said. “Ready?”
“Ready.”
Grabbing my crutches, purse, and keys, I followed him outside and locked the door, then he helped me down my front steps and into his Mercedes, before climbing into the driver’s side and pulling out of my driveway. I did have a kneeling scooter-thingy, but it just felt way too old-lady for a date night, so I opted to use my crutches instead.
Because of my boot, I had been granted a temporary disabled placard, so we were able to park in a handicapped spot. Wes helped me out of the car and led me into the restaurant, making sure doors were opened and seats were cleared while we waited, briefly, for our table.
The hostess led us to a romantic table by the window with an unobstructed view of the water. The sun was just beginning to set and it was perfect. Wes held my chair while I settled myself, then he took his seat and the hostess handed us our menus.
I promptly set mine aside and Wes chuckled. “You know what you want, huh?”
“Always.”
“Filet mignon, medium rare?”
