Chapter Twelve
Wyatt smiled at her and stood up to give her a hug as she came in. “You look nice.”
Beatrice chuckled. “You sound surprised.”
“I somehow thought you’d still have your exercise clothes on. Did you run home to change?”
“No, I brought clothes with me, hoping you’d go to lunch with me. Where should we go?”
Wyatt considered this. “Well, we’ve mostly been doing picnics and meals at the church lately. Why don’t we go to that new restaurant that opened recently? The one with the French name? Chez something.”
Beatrice quirked an eyebrow. “Sounds fancy.”
“Yes. And likely fairly expensive, but it shouldn’t be for lunch.”
They decided to try it. The restaurant owner had gone all-out with the decorating. There were reproductions of old masters’ paintings on the walls, a beautiful
