Harper perked up, her tipsiness temporarily fading. “Next time?” she asked hopefully. “Does that mean you want to come here with me again?”
That hadn’t been the intention of Macy’s offhanded comment, but she was excited by Harper’s interest and enthusiasm. “Only if you want to, but it might be easier if we book a table in advance.”
“Of course,” Harper beamed. “And it will be my treat next time.”
Macy would be damned if Harper was going to pay for a dinner at the Ritz-Carlton, but knew better than to argue about it now. “Sure thing.”
Harper took a few more bites of her food, before letting out a contented sigh and sliding further into her seat. “I don’t think I could eat another bite.”
“Ready to go up to the room?” Macy said, pulling their room keys from her clutch purse.
“Most defini
