“It is, but Wyatt, this place books months out in advance. Are you sure this is the right place?”
Wyatt chuckles. “Trust me, I know, but I made reservations for here.”
My eyes widen. “Last minute?”
He shrugs, not answering.
He gets out of the car and hands the keys to the valet before helping me out.
When we step inside, the hostess looks up and greets him by name before taking us to a table tucked in the back.
“Okay, seriously, how did you pull this off?” I whisper as he sits down across from me.
Wyatt smiles. “The owners are big hockey donors.”
“And they were just willing to let you slide onto the books tonight?”
“Yes.”
I lean back in my chair, shaking my head. This is so different from what I’m used to that I don’t know what to think about it.
It’s insane.
“Hello, my name is Abigail. Would you two like any wine this evening?” the server asks.
Wyatt looks to me and raises a brow.
“Actually, I think I’m good,” I tell him.
Wyatt nods before looking at her. “We will pass at this time, thank you.”
“Of course. Your server will be here shortly,” the server says before walking away.
“I thought she was our server,” I murmur.
Wyatt shakes his head. “No, she’s just the sommelier.” At my look of confusion, he clarifies. “A sommelier is someone who has studied wines extensively. They work in high-end restaurantsand other places just to help you pick out wine that will go with your meal.”
“I didn’t know that was a thing.” I shake my head. “This is a lot.”
“In a bad way?” he asks, tilting his head to the side.
I shake my head slowly. “No, not at all.”
It just doesn’t feel fake. Then again, I don’t think it really is. I don’t think things have been fake between us for a while.
An expression flashes across her face for a split second, and I have to stop myself from asking her what’s on her mind.
If she wanted me to know, she would tell me.
“So Will changed the respite nurse’s schedule on you, huh?” I ask.
Lyla smiles. “Yeah, I wasn’t expecting it, but I guess he wanted a night out too, and honestly, I can’t blame him.”
“Me neither,” I say honestly.
The guy works his ass off to provide for his family. He deserves all the time off he can get.
Hell, I wish I could do more to make it happen without tipping them off.
