A server led us to a corner table with a nice view of the golf course.
“What did you think?” he asked as the server handed us menus and brought us water.
“This place is really beautiful. I love all the trees.” Yes, I could see why he suggested it.
I perused the menu, and we ordered.
“You have ideas, I see it in your eyes.” He took a sip of merlot.
“How much is my budget? Because, yes, I do,” I replied, taking a drink of my spiked lemonade.
He thought for a moment. “I try very hard to never do anything that might be considered wasteful or a spectacle.Elegant, not excessive. Would you be willing to share your ideas with me?”
“I know that you were thinking of a simple dinner in one of the ballrooms, but hear me out. These are also just ideas. I’m not even sure everything is possible.” I got out my phone and started showing him photos.
“Oh. I do love that idea,” he agreed.
“If we have kids at our party, we could have the bouncy castle.”
“Let me see the list of the grill masters she suggested?” he asked.
I handed him my phone.
“Him. I actually know him, so if he’s available it’s not extravagant, it’s a friend showing off what he’s known for.” Spencer tapped on a name. “See what I’m saying.”
“Right, an old friend making food with a hometown flair. Wine from someplace someone owns?” I nodded and took notes.
“Precisely. My aunt has a vineyard with some decent vintages.”
Our food came, and we went through everything as he made incredibly thoughtful suggestions.
“You’d be fine with all of this?” I added, worried a little it wasn’t fancy enough.
“You’re suggesting things that are us. A little of my home, a little of yours. It will be perfect.” He leaned in and gave me a kiss.
That man.
“How about music? Should we fly in a band for dancing?” I grinned. While that seemed fun, it also seemed a little ridiculous.
“I’d like some traditional live music for dancing. You know, my cousins have a band.” He took another sip of wine.
“Yeah? A famous one?” I took a bite of my pasta.
“More like infamous, because a bunch of Thanukos business tycoons have a band that plays traditional Greek music and keep being allowed to play because of their name. They’re not awful.But they’re not playing any music festivals.” Spencer grinned over his glass.
“That sounds fun. Are we doing any special dancing?”
He leaned in toward me. “I’d like that very much–if you would.”
“Only if you teach me in the living room. I miss our dance classes,” I told him honestly.
“You just like excuses for me to touch you.” His look went smoldering.
“Oh, I do, Dearest. You know… everyone’s left for the afternoon.” I looked at my phone. “While we could join them, we could also go home. How are you feeling?”
“Like if I don’t take care of you soon, I’m going to burst.” He squeezed my hand.
Check, please.Things with Spencer had been very gentle while he healed.
