“Charming. I didn’t even know this place existed,” Martin said, smiling at Ellis.
“I discovered it years ago, but haven’t been here in forever,” Ellis told him as the host led them to a table for two. The early evening sun lit the area in tones of gold and orange, adding a romantic glow to the already intimate atmosphere of the restaurant’s small patio.
“Why?”
“I had no reason to—until now.”
Martin’s smile softened. “I think—no, I know I like that idea.”
“Would you care for a drink before dinner?” their waiter asked, arriving moments after they were seated, setting menus down in front of them. “We have an excellent cabernet.”
Ellis glanced at Martin, getting a nod in reply, and ordered a glass for each of them.
When the waiter left, Martin said, “I was surprised when you called. Hap
