Page 85 of One Foggy Christmas
Sadie
Is it fun? Maybe I should go shut the door. Tonight feels like a first date, and as far as I can remember, I don’t typically watch my first dates get ready in their underwear.
Actually, now that I think about it, the only first date I’ve ever been on was when I was fifteen and went to homecoming with Stetson. That’s kind of sad.
Edward Cullen
He’s your husband. I say pay your thanks to Jack and Jill for their lovely bathroom design and watch the man undress.
My eyes skitter back to him.
Sadie
He does look really good.
Edward Cullen
Talking about how good another woman’s husband looks gives me the ick, but I’m really happy you’re figuring out you’re attracted to the man you married. That’s a big step for you.
Nash turns his head, catching my eyes on him. His mouth hitches upward. “I can open the door wider if you want.”
I press my lips together so hard. There’s no way I’m letting this man see my smile. I stand, walking directly to the bathroom. And let me tell you, the closer I get, the better he looks.
“I’ll give you some privacy,” I say as I pull the door shut.
The way his cocky smile drags across his mouth is, unfortunately, the last thing I see.
NASH
“I askedyour dad where the best place to eat in town was, and he said Antoni’s Cucina,” I say as we walk down the sidewalk to the restaurant.
“You asked my dad, and he actually gave you a recommendation?”
“Shocking, huh?” I hold the door open for her, feeling the warmth from inside crash over us. “Your dad and I are becoming fast friends, connecting over our healthcare businesses and our shared love of you.”
Sadie’s lips purse as she thinks over what I just said.
“May I help you?” the host asks.
“Yes, I have a special reservation under Nash Carter.”
“Ah, yes, Mr. Carter, we have everything set for you on the patio.”
“The patio? Won’t it be freezing out there?”
“Let’s just see how it goes.”
Sadie walks ahead of me, and this time, when I put my hand on the small of her back to escort her, she doesn’t flinch.
The host leads us out back, where a private table is set up in front of a stone fireplace with a raging fire inside. Blankets are draped over the backs of our chairs, and freestanding patio heaters are pulled over beside our table.
Sadie smiles as she looks around at the string lights and romantic candlelit dinner. I knew she’d like this.
She loves extra effort and romantic settings that feel private and unique. This was the best I could do in Skaneateles, but it turned out better than expected.
The host helps us into our seats, dropping the blankets over our legs like he would with the napkins, and then hands us the menu before leaving.
“Wow,” Sadie gushes. “This is pretty cute.”
