“Please tell me you didn’t come to the nightclub with the intention of asking me out,” Rose lightly jested.
“All right. I didn’t.” Rich kept his eyes on the road as he maneuvered the sedan through the busy city streets. He waited for her comeback, which didn’t take long.
“I don’t believe you.”
“Suit yourself.”
He drove them to the docks and the floating restaurant that used to be a sailing vessel. Parking the car, he got out and went around to open the passenger door. Rose glanced down at her simple dress. The fur stole gussied it up a bit, but not by much.
“I’m not dressed for anything fancy.”
“There’s nothing fancy about tying a bib around your neck,” he chuckled. “You look fine.”
Once they crossed the gangplank, they entered the establishment where they were quickly escorted belo
