I glanced up from my chair and noticed Mr. Martino pull the chair out from the table and usher his wife to her chair. Awwww! Isn’t that just the sweetest thing ever? Nick often did little romantic things for me, too. Like surprising me with flowers, or taking me on a boat ride around the lake… I guess he learned a few things from his dad. I let out a big, relaxing sigh. Nick put his hand on my knee under the table, and I felt a zing of tingles run up my thigh. How was I supposed to concentrate on eating with Mr. Hotness touching me like that? I raised my eyebrows at him and smiled. I opened a menu and held it between us so we could look at it together. As I was perusing the entrees, I couldn’t help but overhear the people at the table next to us. The middle-aged man was wearing a plaid short-sleeved shirt tucked into his khaki shorts, black socks and brown hiking boots. He was animatedly talking and gesturing to the woman sitting across the table from him. She was plump, with her dark hair done up in a kind of old-fashioned bouffant hairstyle.
