23 LAYNE“How’s the ravioli? Everything you ever dreamed of?” Griffin’s voice coaxes me out of my happy place, his turquoise eyes dancing in amusement at what I’m sure is an almost orgasmic look on my face.
“Heavenly. When you said you had something special planned for us, I had no idea you’d be feeding me the best Italian food I’ve ever had in my life. How did you find this place again?” I ask before putting another bite of the most delicious spinach-and-ricotta ravioli in my mouth.
“One of our clients is the owner. I guess her great-grandparents opened it years ago, shortly after arriving in America, and it’s been in the family ever since. Seemed like the perfect place for a date night to me.”
“Date night.” I smile, tilting my head to the side and reaching for his hand over the white t
