“This was not how I envisioned the night going,” he says on a half-sigh, grabbing his own glass and pouring himself some wine. “I had it all planned out.”
I flush under his gaze, twisting the stem of the wine glass between my fingers. “Yeah? Bet you were going to be a real Romeo, too.”
Russia shakes his head. “Well, for one, I wasn’t going to ruin dinner. I was late coming back from that bakery we went to yesterday—”
“Zachary,” I supply, remembering our server, Chloe, and the awestruck look she gave him, which I mean, she’s allowed to do, of course.
Stop going green with envy. He’s not completely yours yet…or is he?
Russia nods. “Yeah, and I had a hell of a time finding parking, and then trying to get my crutches under control. The shop owner, well, Chloe’s the granddaughter of the sh
