Scott reached for the handle of the best restaurant in Charleston. “They have the greatest mousse cups here,” he said as he turned to look back at Joy. She wore a slinky black dress that would keep him up at night for the next month. Or two. Or twelve.
“Mimi’s,” she said, looking up at the sign above her as she went past him. “It smells great. Fantastic vibe.”
The restaurant sat on the water, where the cheery lights from inside reflected on the gently moving waves. Scott smiled to himself as he followed her, because Mimi’s absolutely had the best food, the best vibe, and the best dessert in this city. He hadn’t been here in a long time, and he wasn’t sure what he was doing here now.
He swallowed as he placed one hand on Joy’s hip and held up two fingers on the other for the hostess. Bec
