Briar POV
I didn't think he was ever going to stop bringing food out to our table. Tony personally delivered each course, and it was entertaining to watch the way he and Derek bantered back and forth. Everything was delicious, from the antipasto to the chicken piccata. I swear I have a food baby and Tony insists we have to have dessert. I'm so glad the sickness I felt for the last couple of days seems to have subsided. "Are you enjoying dinner, Briar," Derek asks and I smile. "It is amazing, but I'm not sure if I can handle another bite of food." He laughs, and the smile spreads across his face giving me another glimpse at his dimples. "I never noticed that you had dimples when we were working at the hospital." As soon as the words leave my mouth, I want smack myself. "I guess I haven't h
