He entered the restaurant, letting his gaze sweep the interior. When he didn’t see Marc, his nerves calmed a bit. He’d spent too long picking out his outfit and worried he’d left Marc waiting.
Oh, he could have played games. Make the man wait as payback for ditching him, but Aiden didn’t like games. He liked honesty. Being upfront.
“Booth or table?” the hostess asked as she pushed her large glasses up her nose.
“Uh, booth, probably, but I’m waiting for someone,” he replied as the door opened.
“Not anymore. I’m here,” Marc said, nodding at the hostess.
Aiden drank him in, hands fisting at the side to keep from touching Marc. He needed to let Marc lead for now. This was his show.
“Booth okay?”
Marc gave him a smile. “Perfect.” He gestured for Aiden to go ahead.
Becca, as her nametag
