The waiter dropped off the check.
Camille dug through her bag for her wallet.
“I’ll take care of lunch.” Tristan placed a credit card in the bill folder.
“I can pay for my own lunch, Tristan. I am a woman of means, you know.”
“I’ve never doubted your abilities, Camille. Please allow lunch to be on me today. If it makes you feel better, you can buy lunch tomorrow.”
She quirked an eyebrow at him. “How do you know we’re having lunch together tomorrow?”
“Because I’m the most exciting thing to happen to you in four days, and I’m betting you won’t want to let go of me. Unless you’d rather eat alone?”
He had her there, and they both knew it. She fingered the straps of her bag.
“It’s just lunch, Camille. Go get ready.” He gave her an adorable smile.
She waved and beat a hasty retreat to her room. She’d spent all of an hour with Tristan, and already he was doing funny things to her heart. Her doctor would not approve, and that made Camille smile.