Ray’s Boathouse encompassed two restaurants. The lower level was the more formal of the two, and its fine-dining atmosphere and stiffer dress code would have never suited either of them. Matt was relieved when Tre told him they’d be eating in the upper portion, the more casual café. It still had terrific seafood and, during the day at least, offered the same amazing views of Puget Sound and beyond, the Olympic mountain range. Tonight, all of that would be shrouded in darkness, but still, just knowing it was there was romantic.
After they had settled in and placed their orders, Dungeness crab cakes for Tre (“Getting crabs tonight?” Matt couldn’t resist asking, snickering) and blackened Pacific rockfish for Matt, they started to talk.
“So how did you get involved with Husband Hunters?” Mat
