“This is such a nice surprise, Christopher.” Lee patted my hand, before grabbing his napkin to drape over his lap.
“I thought you would enjoy this place.”
Tearooms had never been my thing, but Lee had always been more of a spinach salad with dried cranberries and feta kind of guy than myself. Doll-sized sweets served on doilies and tiny bacon and avocado sandwiches seemed right up his alley.
“So, what’s on your mind?” Lee asked, and I felt myself blush.
“Maybe I just wanted to see you.”
He laughed.
“Oh, please. If you just wanted to see me, we’d be eating barbeque someplace with a roll of paper towels on the table. This place—” He indicated the linen-covered tables around us with their silver serving dishes and duck-egg blue porcelain teapots. “This is a momma she’s pregnant and we’r
