A model/waitress with perfect blonde hair bounced over to our table, a pen but no notepad in hand. "Sorry about the wait. Can I get you anything to drink?"
I scanned the menu again, but all the words blurred into an orgy of naughty food items like jerk chicken, beef tips, and banana nut pound cake. I swallowed a frustrated laugh.
"Your house wine for me and..." Riley gestured at me.
"Uh..." What would have happened if Riley hadn't walked in on us? The possibilities burned me up from the inside out.
"Are you okay, Paige?" Riley asked over the top of his menu. "You're all flushed."
"Fine. I'm fine." I looked at the waitress. "Do you have any water?"
"We might," the waitress said, and I had no idea if she was joking or not.
Granted, I'd asked a stupid question, so therefore it must des
