Fortunately, my father and the Grays soon started talking about wines, table linens, and other boring topics. Spilling the wine had apparently saved me from being the center of attention.
Making sure no one could see, I pulled my phone from my purse and hid it beneath the tablecloth.
I sent Easton a message.
[Busy?]
I glanced toward his table and watched him set down the menu before pulling his phone from his pocket. A crooked smile appeared on his lips.
[Not really.]
[I got your message. What time do you want me to return your shirt?]
[Are you home alone?]
[Why do you want to know?]
[I could come get it right now. And if you’re lucky, I might take you to bed too ;)]
I immediately felt my face heat up.
[Too bad. I’m not home.]
An elegant-looking woman accompanied by one of the
