“You’re welcome.” He grabs his phone off the nightstand. “Have you eaten?”
“Rose left some chicken salad for me.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
“Not yet. Making your bed was at the top of my list.”
“I’m ordering food for us. What would you like from Iggy’s? I just learned they have an app and deliver.”
“I shouldn’t.” I chew on the inside of my cheek, recalling the menu that I’ve had memorized since I was a teenager.
“Have dinner with me. Please?” he asks.
“And what if I don’t?”
Carter opens the door to the balcony, and the breeze rushes in. “You can tell me what you’d like, or I’ll make a guess.”
My lips twitch. “You can choose.”
“I’ll order the entire menu,” he warns.
“Don’t you dare waste food.” I glance over at him. “Would you like some wine? I have a bottle in my room.”
“That would be great.”
He leans against the doorway of the balcony.
“Do you really want me to guess?”
“The entire menu is great. But I think I’ll have the salmon Caesar salad with extra dressing. And, yes, I want croutons and the croissant.”
Carter scrolls the menu on his phone.
“Grabbing wine. Be right back,” I say.
“I’ll be right here,” he tells me.
I take the stairs down two at a time. The wine is in my tiny fridge, where I left it a month ago after Josie gave it to me as awelcome homegift. I was saving it for a special occasion, but why not enjoy it now? With a smile, I grab it, along with a corkscrew and plastic cups. I’m halfway across my room when my phone dings.
Fallon
Jewel told me a very tall, very attractive man came into the shop and ordered your exact coffee order. Then she said he paid her $60 to keep her mouth shut.
Another text comes.
Fallon
She waited until her shift was over before she texted me. Her self-control was impressive.
Wendy
It’s not what you think.
Fallon
I think a hot tourist staying at your B&B memorized your coffee order and bribed my little sister to keep that fact quiet. Am I wrong?
Wendy
