Dan could see why having the big hunk around could be a distraction.
Meanwhile, the server was standing there trying not to look impatient.
“Let’s have a drink then, if you’re in no hurry.”
“Sounds fine.” Dan looked at the server. “Merlot for me, please.”
“Sounds good,” Bailey said. “Same for me, please.”
The server, who’d overheard their conversation since she’d arrived at their table, raised an eyebrow and said she’d be right back with their wine.
Bailey chuckled. “I can just imagine. She’s thinking, how like a couple of queers to want wine instead of a good, manly drink like beer.”
“Yeah. I’ve ordered beer often enough just so I won’t look too gay.”
“Well, if we were at Nellie’s, we wouldn’t have to feel…out of place.”
“At least we’re inside out of the cold. Nellie’s is three b
