Steph sat back in her chair and pushed her plate away. There were still some hash browns on the dish, but she was stuffed.
“I admit. I had my doubts.” She scanned the room with its beach shack theme and vast selection of flamingos. “But you were right, the food is great.”
“You know, it"s not really my thing, but once in a while someone has to say I told you so.”
“You did. You were right.” She was unable to stop the yawn that snuck up on her and covered it. Her face heated with embarrassment. “I"m so sorry. I should have slept last night.” She looked across the table to find Noah grinning at her.
“You should stop that,” he said, a yawn of his own interrupting him, “it"s contagious.” He grinned again. “You about ready to head back?”
“Probably a good idea, before we both fall asleep at t
