“Of course he did.” I chuckle.
“Jack wanted to come with us, and Emma wanted to see your outfit. I told her we’d take a picture and send it to Jessa.”
“I think we can make that happen. Now, tell me where we’re going.”
“I made dinner reservations at Fontana’s, and then we’re going ax throwing.” He glances at me and grins. His dimples pop out beneath the stubble on his jaw, and I can’t help but run my finger along it.
“Ax throwing? I didn’t know that was a thing.”
“Neither did I until I started researching date ideas.” Grayson takes my hand in his and kisses my knuckles.
“You researched where to take me?”
“Is that weird?”
“I think it’s sweet.”
“In that case, yes, yes I did.” We laugh, and he continues. “I wanted to do something where we could interact and spend time together.”
“It sounds like fun. I can’t wait.”
The drive to Fontana’s is short, and when we pull in, the lot is full.
“Wow, it’s packed here.”
“Don’t worry, I made reservations.” Grayson walks around the car to open my door, takes my hand, and we walk to the front of the restaurant.
Brightly colored lights are strewn about, and soft music wafts through the air.
“Welcome to Fontana’s,” says a waitress with bright blue eyes and equally bright red lipstick. She smiles at Grayson first, giving him an appreciative glance before looking at me. “Do you have a reservation tonight?”
“We have a table for two for Calhoun.”
“Ah, yes, right this way.” She grabs two menus and leads us through the dimly lit restaurant to a corner booth in the back. “Will this work for you, sir?”
“Yes, thank you.”
Grayson motions for me to enter first, and I slide all the way to the corner. He slides in beside me until our thighs are touching and then hands me a menu as he takes one for himself.
“There are so many options. How am I supposed to choose? Do you have a recommendation?” I ask.
“I haven’t been here for a few years, but I used to love the pasta three-way.”
“I was looking at that. I was also thinking of trying the garlic chicken.”
“I’ve never had it. We could order both and share.”
“Sold!” I close the menu and set it aside just as a waiter approaches the table.
“Good evening. My name is Justin, and I’ll be your server tonight. Can I start you off with something to drink?”
“I’ll have a sweet tea with lemon.”
“I’ll have a sweet tea without lemon,” Grayson says. “And we’re ready to order.”
Justin smiles. “Look at you two, making my job easy. Go ahead, sugar,” he says, looking at Grayson.
“I’m going to have the pasta three-way with garlic bread, and my date is going to have the garlic chicken.”