Page 67 of Wilde Flame

My mouth fell open. “Because there’s snow on the road!”

“I’m driving,” Ensley repeated, opening the door. “We can argue about your skills on the way there. I’m starving, and really craving a chicken gyro.”

The drive into Granby didn’t take long, and thanks to Moreen looking up the menu for The Greek Bar on her phone, we all knew what we were getting before we even got there.

“See, if you’d driven, we would have missed happy hour,” Ensley pointed out, pulling her scarf off her neck and smiling at the handsome guy who greeted us.

“Welcome to The Greek Bar. Do you have reservations?”

“We don’t,” Ensley said, with what could only be described as a pouty smile.

The guy was instantly butter in her hands. Her dirty-blonde hair was in a braided pony, and her blue eyes sparkled as she batted them at the poor guy. He didn’t stand a chance.

“No worries. I can seat you right now. Just the three of you?”

“Just us,” Ensley replied with a brilliant smile. Okay, what was it about the Wildes and their ability to charm anyone?

“I’m Dimitris Karas, one of the owners.”

“Nice to meet you, Dimitris,” Ensley replied, as we followed him into the restaurant.

“Who’s the other owner?” I asked.

“My brother,” he replied, with a smile that made him look even more handsome than before.

Moreen grabbed my arm. “My God, is it just me and my lack of sex, or is this guy the definition of a Greek god?”

I chuckled. “It’s not just you. I’m pretty sure Ensley is about to drag him out back and have her way with him.”

Moreen huffed. “Not if I get to him first.”

Dimitris stopped at a four-top table and motioned for us to sit. After taking off my coat, I hung it off my chair and let Dimitris pull out my seat.

“Thank you.”

“What do you recommend for starters, Dimitris?” Ensley asked, even though we’d all picked out what we wanted to eat on the drive over.

He offered a brilliant smile. “Our spinach and cheese pies, or maybe the Santorini trio and pita.”

“Those both sound amazing,” Moreen replied, as she looked at the menu Dimitris handed her.

Ensley added, “Oh, can we add on some mozzarella sticks?”

When Dimitris glanced at me, I smiled. “Nothing to add for me. Those sound really good.”

We gave him our drink orders before he left to put in our appetizers. Ensley and Moreen both ordered an alcoholic drink, and I went with iced tea.

“This place is cute,” Moreen said, as she glanced around.

Ensley put her menu down and asked, “Okay, what did everyone say they were getting in the truck?”

“I’m getting the lamb gyro,” Moreen said.

My stomach roiled, and I pressed on it with my hand. “Oh man, why does that instantly make me feel like I want to get sick?”

Ensley frowned. “Maybe the idea of lamb?”

I nodded and looked back down at the menu. “Maybe I’ll do the vegetarian plate instead.”