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“You said you’re limiting alcohol.” He raised his eyebrow. “Why?”
“Because I don’t want to give you yet another reason to veto me.”
“That’s stupid.” He turned to the waitress. “Bring us each a pint of lager, please.”
Thank goodness. I could really use it tonight.
After she came back with our beers, I took a long, much-needed sip.
“They make their own beer. How do you like it?” Sig asked.
“It’s so good that you’re seeming nicer by the second.” I winked.
“Drink up, then.” He grinned.
I asked Lavinia to suggest something on the menu, and she insisted I get the fish and chips. Sig agreed, and the three of us all got the same thing.
As the waitress set the plate in front of me, I felt my eyes go wide. “This piece of fish is bigger than my forearm.”
“That’s why Sigmund always finishes my scraps.” Lavinia laughed.
“Well, Sig, you might have to finish me off, too.”
His eyes widened.
Oh goodness. I didn’t mean it to come out that way.“I mean finish my plate.” My face must have turned fifty shades of red.
He cleared his throat. “It’s what I’m here for, apparently.”
Things turned quiet for a bit as we dug into our food and I recovered from my embarrassment.
Lavinia turned to me with her mouth full. “Did you have a good time today at the Covington estate?”
I wiped my lips. “It wassoamazing, Lavinia. An animal lover’s dream. Felicity and I really hit it off.”
“So glad you loved my girl,” she said. “Felicity is darling. And so are you.”
Lavinia and I did most of the chatting during dinner while Mr. Grumpypants stayed quiet. But at one point, I looked over at Sig to find his eyes fixed on me. He quickly looked down at his plate, but it was too late. I’d seen him staring. I didn’t know what to make of it. Usually I could sense whether or not someone liked me—not in a romantic sense, but in general. Not with him, though. So I wondered why he was observing me so intensely. The beer had given me just the right amount of buzz to not care at the moment, however.
After Sigfinished offall of our plates, the three of us walked home. The stroll back was even nicer than the first one, as there was something so calming about walking in the dark. I was full, though. I think I was practically waddling.
When we arrived at The Bainbridge, Lavinia went inside while I lingered and walked Sig over to his car. “Thank you for today.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” he said.
“Will I see you again?” I dared to ask.
He looked out toward the street. “Work is a little busy this week. But I’ll try to return to Westfordshire at some point.”
Well, if that wasn’t noncommittal, I didn’t know what was. “Okay.”
He was about to enter his car when I stopped him. “Sig…”
He looked over at me. “Yeah?”
“Whatever you decide, it’s okay. I won’t take offense. And I won’t consider this a wasted trip either way. Even just these two days have been an amazing experience. I didn’t realize how much I needed a change of pace. And I have you to thank for it.”
“I’m glad.” He nodded once and got into his car, offering one last wave goodbye before he started the engine.
