When they walked through the restaurant, Nick was all eyes, looking everywhere at once. Todd had reserved a table earlier in the week after finding out slaves were welcome with their owners. It was a fancy place, low lighting from candles, plush carpets and hand-painted walls. A band played soft, soothing music. This wasn’t the type of place they normally frequented, since they both preferred the more casual setting of the Rambling Moose, but tonight Todd wanted to treat Nick to a special evening.
He’d requested an out-of-the-way table and was pleased to see they were seated near the back, away from all the people. Nick would probably never be very comfortable around a lot of people, and tonight, Todd wanted his young mate comfortable. He watched, delighted and relieved, as Nick’s apprehe
