“Need to make it believable.” Simon bumps me with his elbow.
“Then if we’re going to make this believable, I think it’s time I know more about my boyfriend.”
“What do you want to know?”
Arriving at the restaurant, Simon grabs the door and holds it open for me. Couples and families are spread out among all the tables. Old sitcoms play on the TVs lining the bar. The hostess grabs two menus for us and shows us to a high-top table in the middle of the bar.
I don’t miss the gazes tracking us as we follow her through the restaurant. As much as I hate all the attention on me, it’s what we need to make this believable.
“Your server will be with you shortly.”
“What’s good here?” Simon asks, leaning back in his chair. He looks relaxed here. Like he’s always been a part of this town.
“Get the burger. You can never go wrong with that.”
“Hmm.” He eyes the menu, deliberately taking his time.
“Are you stalling?” I drum my fingers on the table as he continues to consider what to get for dinner.
“Stalling?”
“Clearly someone doesn’t like talking about themselves.”
He quirks a brow at me. “Just checking out all my options.”
“Welcome to the Dixon Bar and Grill. What can I get you tonight?”
“Two medium burgers and two Claras, please.”
“Be right back.” Our server is gone as fast as they came.
“We’re at the point in our relationship where you’re ordering for me?”
“Only when you’re being evasive.”
“I like a woman that takes charge.” Simon winks at me. Resting his arms on the table, he leans closer to me. “What do you want to know?”
“Do you have any siblings?”
“Just me.”
“Was it lonely being an only child?”
Simon shrugs a shoulder. “I had my people.”
“Who were your people?”
It’s then I notice two people approaching us out of the corner of my eye.
“Shit.”
“What?” Simon looks around immediately. The bodyguard in him is probably looking for the closest threat. Not that he would notice it in the two white-haired women walking our way.
“Layla. How nice to see you out.”
“Mrs. Bush. Mrs. Lewis. How nice to see you both.” I reach across the table, clasping Simon’s forearm.
This is exactly why I needed Simon.
