Maybe he’d made a mistake bringing her to the Windsor, the best but also the most pretentious restaurant in town. She didn’t seem completely comfortable in the surroundings, and that was the last thing he wanted. “Ready to go?” he asked after they finished their coffee. The cups were small enough for a child’s tea party, but Annie was adorable as she carefully held hers with a pinky finger extended. “Yes, of course.” Was that a smile of pleasure or relief? He flipped his credit card on the table and added a generous tip when their server immediately took care of it. They had plenty of time to get to the theatre, but he didn’t want to feel rushed. In only minutes they were in his car and on their way to the Barn Theatre. “Thank you for the lovely dinner,” Annie said. “It was my pleasure.” He absolutely meant it. “I don’t know much about the play we’re going to see. I hope it’s good.” “I’m sure it will be.” There were lots of things he wanted to know about Annie, but he’d have to break through her reserve.
