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“They have beer at Enchanted, too,” she told him. “You can order that?—”
“I’ll be fine, baby,” he said gently. “Don’t worry about me. Will you be okay with wine? I should’ve gotten you a Sprite.” He turned, looking like he was about to wave the server down.
“It’s okay,” she whispered. She didn’t like alcohol and rarely drank, but she liked wine. Kind of. Not really.
Jett took a deep breath, looking uncomfortable as he shifted in his seat. She didn’t have the heart to tell him this place was way too fancy for her. He’d planned this for them—for her. She had to be grateful for it.
And she was. But she kind of wished he would’ve done something else, something that was more…them. Something that reflected who they are as people, as a couple.
And this place, no matter how nice and fancy it was, just wasn’t them.
He turned his attention to the menu in front of him, his eyes scanning it before his brows bunched. She didn’t need to look to know she wasn’t going to like anything.
But she looked down at it anyway, if for no other reason than to do something other than sit awkwardly in her chair, twisting her hands together. She skimmed the words, knowing she wouldn’t find anything.
She’d come to places like this her entire life, and it always ended with her pushing her food around on her plate and waiting until she got home so she could dive into her secret hoard of snacks in her room.
Jett cleared his throat and she glanced up at him. “So, see anything you like?” he asked, still reading.
“Umm…” Panic surged through her. She didn’t know what to say. She couldn’t lie, but she couldn’t tell him the truth, either. “Did you?”
“The…um…” He trailed off, clearing his throat again. “Maybe the—I don’t know. I’m still looking.”
“I wish they had grilled cheese,” she muttered, and his head lifted. Shoot. She shouldn’t have said that. “I mean—I’ll find something. It all looks good.”
“I wish they had steak,” he said, and her shoulders slumped as she let out a long breath.
“And fries.”
“And fucking beer,” he grumbled under his breath. They stared at each other for a moment, then he set the menu down and slowly leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table. She mimicked him, bringing their faces closer. “What do you say we just get out of here? Find something else?”
“Oh my God, I’d love that,” she groaned. “Please.” He grinned as he stood, holding his hand out to her. She slipped her hand into his, and he helped her stand before wrapping his arm around her waist and holding her close to his side.
The server walked back to them holding the bottle of wine, looking confused. “Is there a problem?”
Oh, bullfuzzies. She didn’t think about the stupid wine.
But Jett just pulled money from his wallet and set it on the table. “We need to leave,” he said smoothly. “That should cover it.”
Abbie’s eyes widened as Jett steered her toward the entrance to the little restaurant. She peeked over her shoulder as the server picked up the money, then looked at them, still looking confused. Lifting her hand, she wiggled her fingers in an apologetic wave, then Jett was gently pushing her out the door.
After he helped her into his truck and buckled her seatbelt for her, he made his way around it and into the driver’s seat. She glanced at him, then at the window, her stomach twisting with a new set of nerves.
“So, where are we going?” she asked. When he didn’t answer, her gaze slid back to him, finding him grinning at her.
“You’ll like it.” He paused as he turned the truck on, letting it rumble to life under them. “Probably.”
Yeah, that didn’t make her feel better.
twenty-eight
“What are we doing?” she asked again. “Where are we going?” He didn’t say a word, just smiled.
They’d stopped at a grocery store and picked out a few of their favorite snacks, then were back in the truck, heading down the road. But he wouldn’t tell her where they were going.
“Do we need to stop at home so I can change clothes?” she asked, and he shook his head, then froze. He stopped at a red light and looked over at her, the light illuminating the side of his face. “What?”
“You said home,” he muttered, reaching for her hand. “You think of my place as your home?” Her face flushed. Idiot. She shouldn’t have said that, but the look on his face told her maybe it wasn’t a mistake.
