“Good to know.” Jason put down the plate with their steaks, noting that a bowl of salad and another of potatoes already waited on the tabletop. “Do you want me to open that?”
“Yes, please.” She handed him the bottle of wine and a waiter-style corkscrew. “I’m not very good with these things. I like the jumping-jack kind.”
Well, those were easier to work with, although the wine snobs in the Ludlow family probably would have sneered at such an admission. “I think I can manage.”
Because the bottle they’d bought wasn’t old enough that its cork had had time to get compromised, the cork came out easily enough. Jason poured a bit into each of the glasses Laurel had set out, and then they both sat down.
He lifted his glass. “To finding Nathan.”
“To finding Nathan,” she echoed, although some of
