“No, thank you,” Trinity and I said in unison.
Trinity nudged me playfully. “I really want to know what Professor Hotwall is earning to afford all of this.”
I chuckled at the nickname she’d come up with for Rochwall. We made our way over to the host stand, where a man greeted us with a smile. “Reservation for James Rochwall?” I asked.
He nodded. "Right this way."
Trinity and I linked arms as we followed him through the restaurant, passing the rich-looking guests.
“Why does this place smell like my mate?” Trinity whispered jokingly.
"Must be a good piece of meat," I teased.
"That must be it!” she gasped. “I've been bouncing on his so much that it's all I can smell."
I fluttered my eyes, surprised. "What?"
Trinity gave me an innocent look. "What?"
We both burst into giggles as the
