Grumpy as Puck by Elizabeth Lynx

Author:Elizabeth Lynx [Elizabeth Lynx]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2022-03-20T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter thirteen

Daisy

“Right this way, Mr. Walsh,” the maître d’ said as he waved for us to follow.

It had been a few days since Cillian rescued me from the coffee shop and took me to his farm. Then last night I got the contract to sign to be Arizona’s physical therapist. Now, he’d whisked me off to the fanciest restaurant I had ever been in.

My mouth fell open as I stared around the restaurant. I had never been to this place. Hell, I had never even heard of it.

But the thing I couldn’t keep my eyes off was an enormous circular waterfall in the middle of the restaurant. The falling water glittered as it picked up the dim evening lighting from the tables.

As we made our way around it on the soft cream carpeting, I wondered about the prices I would find on the menu. I had never been to a restaurant this nice before.

“Right over here. A perfect table overlooking the mountains.”

The maître d’ was right. The small, white linen-covered table was set against a wall of windows that overlooked several mountains. Since it was evening, the setting sun turned the sky orange, which contrasted with the blue mountains for a breathtaking view.

The maître d’ pulled out my chair, but Cillian cleared his throat. I felt my cheeks warm as I caught sight of Cillian. I wasn’t used to him in a suit.

I wondered if it had been made for him. Maybe I wasn’t used to seeing men in suits. Andrew never wore one; even Jackson wore a terrible white tuxedo for his wedding and looked ridiculous. I didn’t tell him, but I suspected it was Katie who insisted on his wardrobe.

The light gray suit Cillian wore fit him perfectly. My eyes kept flickering to his arms. I never knew I was an arms gal, but I couldn’t keep my eyes off them.

Cillian’s blue eyes sparkled against the glow of the lighting as he stared down at the maître d’. The man knew well enough to step aside, allowing Cillian to hold out my chair for me. Once I was seated, I thanked him but nodded knowingly at the maître d’.

When Cillian was settled in his seat, the maître d’ used his finger to press down his mustache before going over the special of the day. It was a dish I had never heard of, but the maître d’ insisted it was a local delicacy. He handed us both our menus before walking away.

“I think I see Brian.” Cillian turned his head.

“Isn’t that the team captain?” Jackson had mentioned him a few times, but I had never met the guy.

“Yeah, but I didn’t think he liked to go to places like this.” Cillian shrugged and turned back to his menu.

Was Cillian the type of guy who frequented these types of restaurants? I bit down on my lower lip. He probably knew exactly which fork to use and could pronounce the menu items perfectly, even if they were in another language.

Gazing at the different dishes listed, I noticed something disturbing.

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