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How had that happened? When had that happened?
They’d been under a microscope at the exhibit but things had gone well. Even with the media present, no one had gotten out of line. And he couldn’t deny he’d enjoyed it more because she’d attended with him.
But he also refused to stand by and watch the media destroy her the way it did so many others in its ravenous glare.
There had to be a middle ground.
“How about I look at my upcoming schedule and select a few functions?”
“I’d love that. Thank you.” She bit her lip. “You know I love you, right?”
“If you love me, why are you trying to put me out of business?” He nodded at her mouth. “My job, remember?”
“And I do love your work.” She grinned into their kiss.
When he caught the scent of the next course, moisture flooded his mouth. “This one...”
“We’d just driven past a Taco Bell—”
“And I’d asked you what that was—”
“I flipped out! Who hasn’t heard of Taco Bell?” Dani shrieked. “You wanted to stop in and I put my foot down. No offense to the Bell, but I didn’t want that to be your first real taco. So, I called Tasha and sent her to my favorite taco food truck—”
“If you’d told me in advance that you were turning down a restaurant for food from a vehicle—”
“But when you tried it, you had to admit it was the bomb, right?”
He knew what this one meant. “Yes, it was delicious.”
Dani spread her hands. “And so...”
The server took over. “The chef has prepared sweet and spicy carnitas tacos topped with pickled cabbage, pineapple mango salsa, and jalapeño avocado crema. On the side, a shot of premium tequila.”
“You want to get me hammered?” he asked.
“Of course not. That’s just a nice bonus.” She winked and lifted her shot glass. “One drink is good. Two at the most. Three, I’m under the table. Four, you’re under the host!”
The liquid burned going down but settled warm in his belly. He picked up his first taco and took a bite.
Life couldn’t get any better.
“Ready for dessert?” Dani asked a little while later, after the dishes from their third course had been cleared.
“Let me guess: Apple pie? Peach cobbler? Cheesecake?”
If it followed the theme of the rest of the dishes, it would definitely be American.
She winked.
“And for our final course...”
The server removed the silver lid and Jameson stared at the dome of steamed pudding sprinkled with dried currants and a serving dish of rich, creamy vanilla custard.
“Spotted dick,” he said, emotion clogging his throat at the sight of his favorite dessert. “How did you know?”
“I asked your mother. Although let me tell you, it took me a good five minutes to stop cackling when she mentioned it. I thought she was fucking with me.”
He was surprised she’d consulted with his mother although he shouldn’t have been. His mom adored Dani and the feeling was mutual. They hadn’t had a chance to visit since Dani had arrived, but he knew they’d had several FaceTime chats.
