byNick had vacillated between Cinzano’s, checkered tablecloths and candles in wine bottles, and the more upscale Traviata. He’d decided on Cinzano’s because they’d gone there on their first date. Jen liked it when he was sentimental.
The hostess led them to a corner table and placed a single rose on the table. “Happy anniversary.”
“But how?” Jen’s eyes sparkled.
“I told them when I made the reservations.” Nick felt good. He’d made the right choice.
The waiter brought their wine, and Nick raised his glass. “To the six months we’ve had together.” He’d considered saying something about the lifetime to come but decided that was premature. He hadn’t asked Jen to marry him—not yet.
They ordered the same meals they’d ordered on their first date and stole little tastes from each other’s plate
