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This place was fancy.
She even knewmyname.
Also, Lord Windermere? How had I forgotten that Max was a duke?
This was very weird. I wasn’t sure how I felt about the fact I’d forgotten who he actually was.
In my defense, to me, he was just a bit of a pain in my arse.
A very handsome pain in my arse, but a pain in my arse nonetheless.
“This is your table,” the young woman said, setting two menus down on the table. “Your waitress will be over shortly to take your order.”
“Thank you so much,” Max said kindly, walking around the table and pulling out my chair.
This wasn’t a date, but it did rather feel like one.
He was the perfect gentleman.
Well, date or not, at least I knew how my hero needed to treat my heroine on their actual date.
Like she was made of freaking gold.
Silver linings and all that.
It’d been a long time since I’d been out for dinner with anyone, and it’d been even longer since my date had been a gentleman.
“Thank you,” I said, setting my bag under the table.
Max smiled across at me as he sat down. “Of course.” He pushed the leather-bound menu towards me and put his own in front of him.
I opened it and tried not to look at the prices. It wasn’t expensive compared to London standards, but for a small place like this… Well, it was definitely a little spendy. Perhaps it was one of those places that survived largely on tourists.
Then again, the name was almost a gimmick, so maybe that’s how it did it.
“What do you recommend? The menu is quite overwhelming.” It was one big list of food, that was for sure.
Max peered at me over the top of his menu. “Not to be facetious, but the steak is pretty good.”
I stared at him flatly. “At least you think you’re funny.”
His lips tugged to one side, up into a ghost of a smile, and he held my gaze for a second before he dropped his again. “My humour is an acquired taste.”
“You’re an acquired taste,” I muttered.
“I heard that.”
“If I didn’t want you to, I’d have said it in my head, wouldn’t I?”
He slowly shook his head. “And you thinkI’mthe acquired taste.”
“I know I am,” I replied. “My brother’s been telling me that my whole life. He claims I was such a weird kid that my parents were surprised I didn’t run away with the circus.”
He opened his mouth as if he were about to ask me a question, but we were interrupted by a young man in a suit approaching us with a smile. He asked for our drinks order, and I shot a panicked look in Max’s direction.
I’d been too busy teasing him to even think about looking at the wine list.
Thankfully, he took control of it, ordering a Sauvignon Blanc and asking for him to give us a little longer on the food.
