The Crown Is Mine by Berlinda Wall

Author:Berlinda Wall [Wall, Berlinda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-01-24T06:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 45

When I got back to the room, Paul was just waking up from his nap. He was alone. "What happened to your little friend?" I asked.

"That's just Stefan. He's adorable, but he is just a good friend. We see each other up here a couple times a year. It's just platonic, but I think he wishes it was more. You want to get something to eat?"

"Sure. What did you have in mind?"

"There is a cute little bistro in Wildwood about ten minutes from here. The owner is a friend of mine and the food is excellent," he said.

"You seem to have a lot of friends everywhere," I said.

"What can I say? I'm a likeable guy."

"Yes you are."

Paul hooked up his iPod and we both jammed out to dance music as we got gussied up for dinner. Paul looked extremely handsome in his white button-down Oxford with tufts of fur sticking out at the top, khaki shorts, and Jesus sandals. I think he even had product in his hair and his beard was trimmed. I, on the other hand, only had a t-shirt and some beat up shorts. I really didn't think we were going to dress up this much, but Paul didn't seem to mind.

We hopped into the jeep and off we went. It had cooled down a little bit, and it was great having the wind blow threw the jeep keeping us cool. Paul definitely had product in his hair because it didn't move one bit. We got to Wildwood, which was about three blocks long with one stop sign in the middle. It was extremely picturesque with the brick sidewalks, gas lanterns, cute shop after cute shop, and of course, an ice cream parlor where the local town folk mingled around chatting and waving to everyone else. With this being a small town, I'm sure everyone knew everyone else's business. Some things never change.

We found a parking space in front of a very cute restaurant, Bistro Milizano. There were people already sitting on the benches out front, so it looked like we were in for a wait. As Paul opened the door, I could already hear his name being called and someone in a chef outfit coming up and hugging him.

"Hello, my friend. It's so good to see you," Paul said as he hugged the chef. "Herman, I want you to meet my friend, Tyler."

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Tyler. Welcome to my bistro. I have a table reserved for you," he said as he led us to a table where you could see everyone and everything that was going on in the bistro. There was a single rose in a small, deep-blue, 1930's-looking vase and candle on the table. The chairs were leather and soft as a baby's bottom. Paul was kind enough to pull the chair out for me. He even ordered a bottle of wine for the table.

As I looked around, I noticed at most every table it was a couple. This must be a huge date-night restaurant, as everyone looked dreamily into the other person's eyes.

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