When the last of their meal was finished, Lara caught the attention of a waiter. “Could we have the bill, please?”
“I’ll pitch in,” Reagan said, already reaching for his wallet.
Lara shook her head. “No, that won’t be necessary. I said I’d treat you, so I’ll be paying.”
His gaze flickered with something unreadable, but he didn’t argue. Instead, when the waiter returned with the bill, Lara quickly retrieved her card and handed it over before Reagan could make another attempt. He merely exhaled, shaking his head in amusement.
As they waited for the transaction to go through, Reagan glanced at her. “Will your husband be picking you up?”
Lara stilled. The question was simple, but the weight behind it made her chest tighten.
“No,” she said after a brief pause. “I brought my car. I’ll be d
