Henley
Looking around the restaurant, I smiled when my gaze fell on Declan. He looked so sexy, dressed in white slacks and a light blue shirt, a strand of his sun-streaked hair falling lazily over one eye. A huge smile spread across his face when he saw me and waved me over.
I walked across the room, and he stood and kissed me. “You look gorgeous.”
“Funny,” I replied, “I was about to say the same thing about you.” I took my seat across from him, and the waitress approached with two sodas and a plate filled with nachos. My stomach lurched, ready to grab the nachos itself if I didn’t eat soon. The savory Mexican scent was too much to resist.
“Are you ready to order, or shall I come back?” The waitress looked between us expectantly.
“Could you give us a minute, please?” Declan smiled, and the dimple in his cheek showed.
“Yes, of course.” The woman smiled back. “I’ll be right back.”