Page 15 of Pursued By My Grumpy Fiancé
“So, I don’t even get to order what I want?” I ask.
Truthfully, I’m just being difficult. The entire menu is in french, and the only thing I recognized is coq au vin.
“Seriously?” He cocks an eyebrow, amused. “You just ordered a six-thousand-dollar wine.”
My jaw drops in shock.
“You’re joking.” I say, praying that he is.
“No, of course not,” he says, shaking his head.
I lean forward and put my hands on the table.
“Why would you let me order a six-thousand-dollar wine?!” I hiss.
He chuckles and waves me off.
“You can order anything you want. I would never limit you in that way,” he says, and I know that he’s talking about more than just lunch.
I purposely ignore it, even though it’s actually kind of sweet when I think about it.
I open the menu and prop it up in front of me like a blockade. I pretend to study the menu, as if I understand any of it.
“Do you need help reading the menu?” Landon asks.
I put my menu down slowly.
“What makes you think I need help with that?” I ask cooly.
“You chew your lip when you get frustrated,” he says.
I immediately register my lip between my teeth and release it.
“Have you considered that I’m frustrated because I’m with you?” I retort.
“The thought crossed my mind, but you only do it when you’re looking at the menu,” he smirks.
He’s called me out. I sigh heavily.
“Fine. I could use some help. What do you usually get?” It’s time I admit defeat.
“I’m quite partial to the Ris De Veau Meuniere. That’s lamb. Do you like lamb?” he asks.
“I don’t know, I’ve never had it. I’d be willing to try it,” I say.
He studies me for a moment.
“I think you should try the Carre D’angneau a la Menthe. It’s a rack of lamb in a mint sauce. I think it would be quite palatable for your first lamb dish.”
“Okay, that sounds nice. I’ll try that. Thank you.” I nod, and he smiles a genuine smile.
It’s nice, and shows off his teeth, which are perfectly straight and shining white.
Bastien comes back with two wine glasses and the six-thousand-dollar wine I apparently ordered. He pours us both a glass and sets the bottle on the table. He snaps his fingers and the starter is brought out as well. Landon orders our entrées for us and Bastien goes on his way.
“So, how has your day been?” Landon asks, and I’m struck by how awkward the question makes me feel.
“Honestly? Not great,” I say, and take a sip of the wine.
