Page 80 of Stepping Into Tomorrow

“Make it two,” Nash agreed, taking the seat across from her.

“Okay, here are your menus. Your server, Will, will be right back with your drinks.”

“Thanks,” Nash said, picking up his menu.

Isabella glanced over the meals, her mouth watering. Everything looked so good—and all of it was locally sourced.

“I didn’t realize your family supplied Atlantis with pork.”

Nash set his menu down and shrugged. “Vegetables, fruit, pork, seafood, and honey.”

“Did your brothers get a photo on the wall of their bees? Or just you and your fish because you’re special?”

The corner of his mouth curved up, making her belly flip. What she wouldn’t give to see this man smile again. “You caught that, huh?”

“It’s a great shot, even though your face isn’t in it.”

“Ricky and Roman’s is across the room that way.” He pointed behind her.

She turned, taking in the photo of the brothers holding up a frame of honey as a few dozen bees flew around them without so much as a veil on their head.

Bella turned back around, wincing from the movement.

“You okay?” Nash asked, his alert gaze running over her as if scanning for injury.

She waved her hand hoping to set him at ease. “I’m fine. Just ligament pain. Something that’s completely normal but not at all comfortable.”

“Let me know if there’s anything I can do.”

“I appreciate that.”

“You look beautiful tonight.”

She smiled. “Thank you. You look pretty good yourself.” Her attention dropped to the charcoal plaid button-up shirt he wore, rolled to his elbows and showing his veiny forearms that had become her weakness. Was arm porn a thing? Because she might just have to search that later.

His low chuckle speared her with want. Fuck, Nash was the only man who made her body react this way. She could blame the hormones, but she’d been this way since she spotted him at that wedding. She’d had no idea there could be so much chemistry between two people.

“Here’s your drinks.” Their server set the ciders in front of them before pulling out his tablet. “I’m Will. Can I get you started on some appetizers? Or would you like to hear our specials tonight?”

“Do you know what you want?” Nash asked her.

“Yeah. I’ll have the lobster alfredo with a side salad.”

“I’ll have the filet, medium, with potatoes instead of rice, and broccolini. Also a side salad and the sweet and spicy wings sampler for an appetizer.”

“Okay, that will—”

“And some of that warm sourdough, if you have it,” Nash added.

Will tapped on his tablet. “I’ll have that out shortly. Let me know if you need anything else.”

“Thank you.” Nash nodded as the server left.

“Do you think you ordered enough food?” she teased.

His brows drew together as if he were in thought. “Maybe I should have gotten the butternut squash bisque too.”

“Are you serious?”

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