He’d booked a reservation before arriving at Ribbons and Bows. He felt like a gangly teenager on his first date. In fact he’d been a teenager the last time he’d been on a real date. He’d never been lacking in women, and he’d serviced plenty over the years, never failing to get what he needed from them whenever the urge arose. But dating was not his thing. Or it hadn’t been. When he pulled to the curb and then helped Jenna from the Camaro, he felt calmer than expected. Her tiny fingers wrapped in his made him settle. His chest pounded at a slower pace. The hostess seated them promptly, and Mason ordered a bottle of wine. He leaned on his elbows and stared at his good luck as soon as the waitress left them. “What?” Jenna grinned at him. “You don’t realize how domineering you are, do you?” Uh oh. He gritted his teeth. “What’d I do already?” “How do you know if I like chardonnay?” He smiled. “You drank it at the rehearsal dinner.” Ah ha.
