“We aren’t even inside yet.” I take her hand and lead her into the greenhouse.
A table and two chairs have been arranged under a canopy of lush greenery. Candlelight flickers off the glass panes.
“I can’t believe you did all this,” Paige breathes.
“When I do something, I don’t do it halfway.”
I pull a chair out for her and sit across from her. Our knees brush under the table, and she gives me a shy smile.
When she notices the menu on the edge of the table, she picks it up with trembling fingers. I watch, knowing what she’s reading as her eyes flick down the page and her lips slowly part.
Fragrant greens with black truffle.
Lemony, butter-rich risotto and pan-seared scallops still dripping ocean water.
When she finally looks up at me, I realize that her eyes are watery.
“I… I just…
