tugged into a smile as well.
“Can I make it up to you by saying that you look amazing tonight?”
“I don’t believe you now. It doesn’t count if I have to ask for it,” Kate shook her head firmly.
“Oh come on. Don’t be that way.”
“That’s not me. It’s a pretty firm rule. Ask any woman.”
“That seems pretty harsh.”
“Hey, I don’t make the rules,” she shrugged daintily, happy at the sparkle that seemed to have come back to his eyes, if even just a bit. He ordered them a bottle of wine and they turned their attention to the menu. Once the food was ordered, he seemed eager to resume the conversation.
“So, had we made it this far successfully, what was the next step for the evening?”
“Ah, are we to that already?” Kate took a deep breath. “I’d almost put it from my mind.”
“Is something wrong?” he nearly came out of his chair, itching to be at her side.
“No, no, just a case of nerves,” she sought to calm him. “It’s just that it occurred to me today—with a little help—that I’ve been living as if life shouldn’t move forward. Anyway, I wanted to ask you tonight if, well, what do you think of the third weekend in June for our wedding?”
“You want to set a date?” He seemed to be holding his breath.
“Yes. That would give me six months to plan after the Christmas party, and would give Jessica time to fit into a bridesmaid dress.”
“I think June sounds perfect,” he broke into a grin.
“Can I make it up to you by saying that you look amazing tonight?”
“I don’t believe you now. It doesn’t count if I have to ask for it,” Kate shook her head firmly.
“Oh come on. Don’t be that way.”
“That’s not me. It’s a pretty firm rule. Ask any woman.”
“That seems pretty harsh.”
“Hey, I don’t make the rules,” she shrugged daintily, happy at the sparkle that seemed to have come back to his eyes, if even just a bit. He ordered them a bottle of wine and they turned their attention to the menu. Once the food was ordered, he seemed eager to resume the conversation.
“So, had we made it this far successfully, what was the next step for the evening?”
“Ah, are we to that already?” Kate took a deep breath. “I’d almost put it from my mind.”
“Is something wrong?” he nearly came out of his chair, itching to be at her side.
“No, no, just a case of nerves,” she sought to calm him. “It’s just that it occurred to me today—with a little help—that I’ve been living as if life shouldn’t move forward. Anyway, I wanted to ask you tonight if, well, what do you think of the third weekend in June for our wedding?”
“You want to set a date?” He seemed to be holding his breath.
“Yes. That would give me six months to plan after the Christmas party, and would give Jessica time to fit into a bridesmaid dress.”
“I think June sounds perfect,” he broke into a grin.