Chapter Eleven
The restaurant was very nice, and Erin understood why it was so busy, even on a Wednesday evening. The table was illuminated by candlelight, and the tablecloth was a bright white with a satiny finish. Scents of garlic and other mouthwatering Italian spices filled the air, mingling with the aroma of the fresh bread on the table. They had a table in the back, where it was a bit quieter, and Erin thought it must help to know the owner.
“Pretty nice place, don’t you think?” Luke asked, smiling at her from across the table, his blue eyes twinkling in the candlelight.
“It really is. We don’t have anything like this in Charles Town. You have to drive a little way to find a place this nice.”
He smiled at her and offered her the bread basket. She took a breadstick, which already
