Neal smiled, and the corners of his eyes crinkled. He chuckled softly, reached over, and stroked the back of Hayden’s hand a few times. “Would you try one of my favorites if they have it here?”
Hayden kept his ass firmly on the seat and nodded. He realized Neal would be deeply hurt if Hayden snuck out. Memories of the emotions he’d experienced when he thought Neal had stood him up flashed across his mind. Not following through with dinner would be just as bad, if not worse. He took a deep breath. “I’d love that, thank you.”
Neal ordered. He leaned back in his seat and smiled broadly when the wine he’d requested was indeed one the bistro bar carried. “I have loved this wine for years.” He nodded to the bartender when two glasses were set in front of them.
Hayden took his glass and hoped
