“I’ve made reservations under the name De La Cruz,” Antonio announced matter-of-factly once he and Tara arrived at the restaurant.
The maitre d’hotel seemed almost reluctant to look away from Tara who had a tight smile plastered on.
“Right this way,” he said as he led them to a table.
As Antonio held back the chair for his beloved Tara, he couldn’t help but notice how the gaze of the maitre d’hotel lingered on his woman.
“Kindly remove your eyes,” Antonio bit out with more venom than was probably deemed proper, but he couldn’t be bothered.
The man had the decency to blush slightly and to leave in haste after saying in an apologetic tone, “My apologies if I have offended you. Your waitress shall be with you shortly.”
As soon as he sat across Tara, she told him softly, “You shou
