Page 91 of Embracing the Change

“I have reservations for us at Le Bernardin for tomorrow,” he announced after he swallowed.

Shocking.

And beautiful, considering he’d selected the best restaurant in the city for our first outing being official.

I addressed the shocking part.

“How did you manage reservations on such short notice?” I asked.

“It wasn’t short notice. I had Monica phone them last week.”

My Jamie, planning ahead.

And if I wasn’t careful, that smug smile would be permanently affixed to my face.

Monica, by the by, was his assistant.

“That still had to be a squeeze,” I noted.

“Monica has connections,” he replied.

She did. She was quite the whiz. I was glad he had her. And this wasn’t the first time I had that thought.

“I’ve considered, maybe I could ask all the girls, and by ‘all,’ I mean both of mine and the one of yours, to lunch here on Sunday,” I told him.

“Am I invited?” he asked.

“Of course. I’ll ask Nico too. He might be able to come down for the day.”

“Works for me,” he murmured.

We continued eating comfortably and silently until Jamie remarked, “I noticed you don’t wash your hair every day.”

I looked to him. “I don’t. Every third day. Why?”

“When is the next wash day?”

“Tomorrow morning. And again, why?”

He sliced into his salmon, declaring, “Because you have a fantastic shower, so I’m fucking you in it tonight.”

Oh my.

I bit my lip and crossed my legs under the table.

“Exactly,” he rumbled, his eyes locked to me. “Stop looking at me like that,” he ordered. “I love Alyona’s salmon, but I don’t think it’ll taste the same cold.”

I returned my attention to my plate and took a steadying breath.

We ate in uncomfortable silence then, and for my part, I tried not to wolf down my food.

“Nora?”

I lifted my gaze to him.

He reached his hand along the table my way, so I took it.

“Thank you for waiting for me,” he finished.

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