“You did great.” Heat rushes up the back of my neck. “Thank you.”
“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 through 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?
