Chapter FourWHEN WHITNEY RECOVERED her strength, at least to some degree, Handsome Bruce escorted her to the steakhouse the partners from her firm went to any time they were celebrating a big victory. She was too junior to be invited to their shindigs, and when she got a load of the menu prices, she balked.
“I don’t think I can afford a side salad in this place,” she told him.
“Good,” he replied. “Because they don’t serve side salads here. It’s potatoes or nothin’, sister!”
She laughed because his expression was so comical.
“But really,” he went on. “Don’t worry about money. It’s on me.”
“Oh, I couldn’t...”
“You could and you can and you will,” he said with a smile.
She smiled too, and looked at her menu... then sneaked a peek at him. He was still smiling. Just gazing at her w
