Her brown eyes glinted at him over the top of the menu. “Well, I guess that depends on what I order.”
Which ended up being braised short ribs, while he got filet mignon. They ordered a bottle of Cabernet, and after the first sip, she closed her eyes and let out a breath.
“Oh, that’s much better.”
“Good.” He paused and glanced around; there were several other couples seated in the dining room, but none of them were particularly close by. “I want you to get your strength up for tomorrow.”
Almost at once, the light went out of her eyes. “Do we really need to talk about that now?”
“We don’t have to,” he said calmly. “But it’s probably better for us to have some kind of game plan.”
“Since we don’t really know what we’re walking into, it’s kind of hard to make any kind of concrete plan,” s
