Well, damn.
This might be harder than she’d thought. And then she realized he was holding two glasses of wine, one of which he extended to her.
“Madison,” he said. “You are looking very beautiful.”
So was he, but no way in hell did she have the courage to return the compliment. “Thank you,” she managed to say as she gratefully took the glass of wine from him with her one good hand. “This is all pretty amazing.”
“You like it?”
“It’s gorgeous.” At least that was nothing more than the truth. She sipped some of the wine — a shiraz, she thought — and added, “I’ve been to this bar a couple of times, but it certainly never looked like this.”
“I did add a few touches.” With his free hand, he gestured toward a table tucked into one corner. It was darker back there, but more votives glowed fro
