The weekend came after dealing with a g*n battle and chasing Russian mobsters. Now Teagan sat in the passenger seat of Christian’s car, navigating through the streets heading to dinner for date night. They were dressed up, ready for some alone time together after dropping the kids off with their grandparents for the weekend. Christian stopped in front of Pascale, an expensive Italian restaurant. The valet held the door open for them, as Christian buttoned up his suit jacket and stalked around to the passenger side, grabbing Teagan’s palm.
“I’m starving.” Christian squeezed Teagan around the waist, kissing her shoulder.
“For food or something else?” she teased.
“Food, woman,” he answered, holding her hand as they stood in front of the hostess.
“Hello, welcome to Pascale. Do you have a r
