The rustic, ranch-style log structure was nothing fancy, but it was cozy inside with friendly servers and good food. Tonight Christmas lights framed the big stone fireplace and glowed softly from the open ceiling beams. Christmas songs played low in the background. As he ushered Jess to a booth near the crackling fire and helped her with her coat, he sensed envious glances from the men in the room. Eat your hearts out, boys, he thought. I’m with a queen tonight. Jess slid into her seat. She looked flat-out gorgeous in that simple black dress, which showed off her trim figure. And the fishnet stockings on those legs triggered thoughts that, if spoken out loud, would be liable to get his face slapped. Cheryl had taught him how to order wine. Ben chose a vintage Merlot, which caused Jess to smile. “I thought they only drank beer in this state,” she said as the server filled her glass. “You’d be surprised.” “What’s good here?” She studied the menu. “Everything. But knowing you’re hungry, I’d recommend the twelve-ounce prime rib or the New York strip.”
