Afterward, they decided to skip dessert—well, Ginevra did, and Charles went along with it—and after he paid the check and left a nice tip in honor of the season, they collected their coats and walked out into the crisp night air.
“Where are you parked?” he asked, checking the street for the familiar Lincoln.
“I took a cab tonight.”
“Uh…I’ll call car service for you.” They’d have to return to the restaurant while they waited, but it would give him extra time with her.
“Would you care to come up for a nightcap, Charles?”
For a second, he couldn’t catch his breath. Say something, you i***t!
“I would, thank you.” He led her to his car and opened the passenger door. Fortunately, he wasn’t the sort to leave food wrappers and empty coffee cups scattered on the seat and floor. He waited unti
