CHAPTER TWENTY
“HERE YOU ARE, MA’AM.” The waiter set the elegant plate in front of Connie. “Kalamata Pork Tenderloin with Rosemary.”
She sniffed the food. “Hm, thanks.”
“For you, sir.” The waiter graced Grayson with a plate of turkey tetrazzini and sautéed mushrooms.
“Thank you very much.” Grayson scooted closer to the table, his white nylon dress shirt remaining wrinkle free. “It looks delicious.” His eyes flashed when he smiled at the waiter.
Another server brought a bottle of Chardonnay and filled two gold-rimmed glasses.
“Will there be anything else?” The first waiter smiled.
“No, thank you.” Grayson laid the napkin in his lap.
“Enjoy your meals.” The waiter smiled, leaving the table.
“This smells great.” Connie tasted the tenderloin. “Mm.” The succulent pork melted on her ton
