Landry opened the passenger’s side door to his SUV. Martha was glad he had not driven the sports car. It was fun to ride in, but not easy to get in and out of in a dress without sacrificing some modesty in the process. Martha had no intention of being modest all night, but she wanted to at least make it out of the driveway first. Landry shut her door once she was in and went around to his side.
“I wasn’t sure what you’d want for dinner tonight,” he said. “We can go out somewhere, we could get take out, or I could cook something for you back at my place.”
“Whatever you want is fine with me,” said Martha. And she meant it. She had been looking forward to the evening, but had not given one thought to dinner.
“Do you like sushi?” Landry
