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Brad gently reers and folded it on top of his "You have to have the lasagna I don’t think I’ve tasted better outside of New York"
"Ah, OK" Looks like it was lasagna, whether she wanted it or not What rong with her? Brad was trying to be thoughtful, and here she was taking offense at nearly everything he was saying or doing
The wine arrived and saved her the trouble of co up with sh the process of tasting the wine and approving it His features were just as she re His face was a little narrower than she remembered There were no di
Jessie sipped her wine and watched hilass The wine tickled the back of her throat, then slid down easily
"What do you do at the hotel?" Brad asked
"I’m sorry?" She didn’t understand his question
"You do work at the hotel, don’t you? I thought for sure you were a waitress there" He cocked his head to the side when he spoke
"No, I don’t work at the hotel, but I do wait tables" She couldn’t for the life of her figure out how he knehat she did for a living
"You et you a ticket to the party, then"
Jessie couldn’t help but feel as if she were under interrogation She thought of Jack and the risks he’d taken to get her in the door
"Is being an investigator part of a lawyer’s job?" she asked with a little laugh
Brad let a sly smile pass his lips before he abruptly steered his words in a different direction "You seeht"
"A friend of mine forfeited his ticket for ain "A friend who is a man?"
"Yes"
"I don’t think I can call any woeue, maybe, but never siirlfriends of your male friends?"
"I don’t consider them personal friends, more like how you just explained them…the wife of a friend of e how this date had a third person at the table the entire time Jack may not have been there in person, but he certainly was in spirit "No"
The waiter arrived, and Jessie wanted to kiss hi
"Have you decided?" Their waiter was a man around forty-five, maybe older His waistline looked as if he enjoyed the food at Antonio’s, and his Italian accent kept her guessing if he was any relation to Antonio himself