Page 50 of When You Wish Upon a Wideout

A server approached, but Beau didn’t take his eyes off Sienna. “Drink?”

God yes.“Um. A vodka martini, please.”

Beau ordered a beer. “Fancy tonight, huh?”

“If I’m being honest, I’m not much of a martini girl.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Then why did you order one?”

Shrugging, Sienna pulled down the length of her dress when she felt his gaze on her bare thigh. “To fit the part,” she admitted, motioning around with her hand.

“For me, you fit.” He blew out a breath and looked to the side. “You fit perfectly.” Beau waved down a waiter. “George, forget those drinks. Bring us a bottle of Jack Daniels, two glasses, please. Rocks?” he asked, facing Sienna.

“Never.” The smirk on her face disappeared when her stomach growled.

“And George? Let’s get the food out.”

“Very good, sir,” George said. “I’ll bring out the first course.”

Sienna’s stomach grumbled again.

Beau laughed. “You know what? Bring it all at once. I’m starving.”

Sienna blushed, her eyes dropping to her lap. “Sorry. I didn’t really have lunch.”Or breakfast.“I was too nervous to eat.”

“Why?” Beau asked, narrowing his brow.

Pursing her lips together, Sienna ignored his question. “Do you come here a lot?”

George returned with sparkling water, whiskey, and glasses. Beau waved him off and reached for the bottle. “You could say that.”

“What does that mean?”

Beau poured the alcohol. “I live in the condos above the place.” He held his glass, waiting for Sienna.

She raised hers to his and took a sip. “I guess if you live in a high-rise condominium, a forty-dollar chocolate mousse is the equivalent of the three-dollar shake at the diner.”

Beau held his glass at his mouth, staring for a minute. “I don’t come here for the food,” he said. “Not that often, at least. And for the record, the chocolate mousse is great, but the apple tart is what you want to order. But I’m more of a burger and fries kind of guy. You should know that.”

I do, Sienna thought, recalling dozens of diner meals, dipping French fries into thick, sweet milkshakes—Beau’s strawberry, Sienna’s chocolate.

“Then why did you bring me here?”

She didn’t want to tell Beau that whatever single oyster was about to come her way on a small plate wasn’t her style either. But just as she should know, so should he.Maybe this is another example of how far apart we’ve grown. How little we actually know each other now.

“I told you I’d take you to the planetarium one day, didn’t I?”

Sienna narrowed her eyes. She looked around the restaurant. “This isn’t the planetarium.”

“When I signed with Dallas, I walked around the city one day.”

Humming in confusion, Sienna pretended to follow along. “Okay.”

Beau took another sip of his drink. “I thought I was coming to the planetarium, but they closed it a long time ago. I found this place instead.Il Cielo.” He paused. “The sky. And then I noticed there were condos for sale, and I was in a short-term rental on the other side of the city and—”

“What does that mean, Beau?”

Placing his glass on the table, Beau sighed. “The name seemed fitting, considering I always wanted to bring you there. If I hadn’t been such an idiot, I would’ve taken youherewhile it stillwasthe planetarium.”

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