“What a sweet thing to say. And you’re celebrating Valentine’s Day on the town.”
“Any excuse I can get to show him off,” I murmured. Wills blushed and took my hand.
“We’d better go, John. You’ll need to be fresh for tomorrow.”
“Well, it was nice meeting you, William. Theo, it was a pleasure seeing you again.”
We shook hands all around, and with promises to stay in touch—which I had a strong feeling wouldn’t be kept—they left.
I followed Wills to the table, which, miraculously, no one had taken, and sat down heavily. “Phew.”
Wills removed his suit jacket and hung it on the back of his chair. The vest he wore contrasted nicely with his white shirt and emphasized his narrow waist, and eyes were drawn to him. He didn’t seem to notice though. He just stood there, looking serious.
“Okay.”
