Page 24 of Making Over Maris

“Yes.” He was. He was paying attention to everything.

“Pick me up at six.”

“Okay. I’ll pick you up at six. Where are we going?”

Her tentative gaze became a glare. “You’re the man. You pick. You pick a nice restaurant.”

A flare of panic danced down his spine. Pick a restaurant? He didn’t know any nice restaurants. He knew a lot of pizza joints. Where you ordered your pizza and took it home to cook. Probably not what she was thinking. “W-what do you like?”

“What?” The flush on her cheeks deepened. He could only imagine the thoughts running through her head. Then again, he couldn’t. He had no idea what kinds of thoughts would put an expression like that on her face.

But God, he wanted to know.

“To eat. What do you like to eat?”

“Oh.” She shrugged. “Chinese? Italian?”

“Okay.” Chinese or Italian? Crap. He never ate Chinese or Italian out. The only restaurants he knew were the ones that brought you your food in little white boxes. He was going to have to call Tristan and ask him for help. But he couldn’t let Sara know he was totally befuddled by this task. No. He had to keep up appearances. He cleared his throat in what he hoped was a manly manner and nodded. “Okay. I’ll pick you up at six then.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

They stood there for a moment, staring at each other. Then she nodded and headed for her car.

Jack wasn’t sure why but an irrepressible grin tugged at his lips. Sure, it was only a fake date but he had a dinner date with Sara. At a real restaurant. How many times had he fantasized about that very thing?

All of a sudden this was getting good. Very good indeed.