“Thank you.”
“Did you want to order now?”
“No,” Jamie said. “We’re not quite ready.”
“I’ll check back on you in a little while, then.” The waiter smiled and left.
“I ordered a very nice Chardonnay for us.” Jamie saw my arched eyebrow as I regarded Brook’s drink. “Brook likes Dirty Bananas.”
“I used to ski Hunter Mountain in New York, and that was where I first had them.” She dimpled at me. “It’s Kahlua, crème de banana, and milk on ice.”
“Interesting. To your health.” We touched glasses, and I took a sip of the wine Jamie had selected. “Very good choice.”
“I thought you’d like it.”
I turned back to the young woman. “I must say my son’s description of you falls far short. You’re very beautiful.”
“Thank you.” A blush warmed her cheeks.
“Stop flirting with my woman.” Jamie sent a glare in my direction, then spoiled it by bursting into laughter.
“Was I? I beg your pardon. Now tell me, what are your plans?”