Ali says, waving off the waiter. The young man turns to me and I just start to open my mouth when I feel an arm go to the back of my chair. “She can’t have any either. We’ll take bottled water. Thanks, dude,” rumbles in my ear. I turn my head slowly to look at my husband. “What. Are you doing?” His handsome face is a study of innocence. “What, babe?” “I wanted a long island. This is the first time we’ve had a night out in a long time.” Danny’s hand moves to my arm and begins stroking. “I just don’t think you should be drinking is all. We can still have an awesome time.” I lean away from him to look at his face. “What’s wrong with you?” Deklan leans over the table, all rocker spiked hair and leather jacket creaking. “Is there something you guys want to tell us? You know the reason Ali can’t drink.” I glance over at Danny and see him give Deklan an eyeball widening, subtle nodded look. That’s it. “Daniel Walsh! What are you doing? I’m not pregnant,”
