“I’m famished. What time is it anyway?” “It’s just after two.” “Is it? Wow, time flies when you’re having fun.” I thanked the waiter who handed me the menu and opened it up. “Are you having fun?” I looked up and saw Lucas studying me curiously. “Of course I am. Aren’t you?” “Yes. But I don’t need to be convinced to stay in Paris. Have you made a decision yet?” “I’m this close.” I held up one hand with my thumb and finger just an inch apart and continued in a whisper. “After some wine, it might be official.” “OK, then, this bottle better be good.” He considered the list and looked up at me through thick, dark lashes. “What would you like?” “Hmmmm. I really loved what you poured for me last night. The one from the Rhône Valley.” “Want to try another Rhône or something different?”
