Page 8 of Reluctantly Married

His job at the station didn’t pay a lot, but he could splurge once in a while. Actually, he’d tried to get Leon to spring for the date, but he was too much of a tightwad. “If the show gets picked up for syndication, I’ll reimburse you,” he’d said. Sure. Adam knew the conversation would be forgotten. No matter. He could afford one nice dinner. He motioned to the menu. “Order whatever you want.”

A slight smile tugged at her lips. “Even the Strangozzi al Tarufo Nero?”

The mischievous look on her face piqued his curiosity, and he opened his menu.Sixty dollars for one dish?He choked, pounding a fist into his chest. Guessing from the look on Megan’s face, he’d turned three shades of purple.

Megan laughed. “I’m teasing. I don’t even know what half the things on this menu are. I’m tempted to order off the kids menu and get spaghetti and meatballs.”

Her smile made her eyes sparkle. He’d never noticed it before. It looked good on her. “Why not? We can eat like kids. I haven’t had mac and cheese in forever.”

She leaned over, her teeth showing as her grin widened. “I dare you.”

“You’re on.”

The waitress approached the table, eyeballing Dale, who was kneeling in the aisle now that they were away from everyone else. “What can I get you to drink? Our featured wine this evening is a lovely sauvignon blanc.”

A devilish look flashed across Megan’s face before she looked up at the waitress. “Do you have any apple juice?”

Adam hid a smile.

The waitress curled a piece of her dark hair behind her ear. “We have some excellent sparkling juice.”

Megan shook her head. “No, I mean like the kind that comes in a little box. With a straw.”

A small laugh tried to escape, but Adam covered it up with a cough. The waitress’s eyebrows raised, and she looked between the two of them, then over at Dale. Her lips formed a tight line, like she didn’t want to be the brunt of any YouTube prank. “Sure. We can get you a juice box. And what about you, sir?” She turned her attention to Adam.

Not to be out done by Megan, he cleared his throat. “Do you have any chocolate milk?” He tossed her his best on-air smile.

The waitress narrowed her eyes, then stepped back as recognition filled her face. “You’re Adam Warner, from the morning show!” She smiled, much warmer this time, changing her angle to be in the shot. “I’m sure we can come up with some for you, Mr. Warner.”

“Thank you.”

“I’ll give you a few minutes to look over your menu.”

Megan looked up. “Oh, I already know what I want.”

The waitress appeared overly happy to take their order. “All right. Go ahead.”

“I would like the spaghetti and meatball kid’s meal.”

Unfazed, she scribbled on her notepad and turned to Adam. “And you?”

“Macaroni and cheese.”

“Of course.” She made a note, then took their menus. “We’ll have that right out for you.” She left with swaying hips.

He leaned closer to Megan, glad to have some time alone with her. Well, as alone as it gets, considering Dale was filming them. “Tell me something about yourself that I don’t know.”

A thoughtful look came over her. “I graduated from Colorado State University.”

“Nope. Already knew that.”

She frowned. “I worked in radio for two years before moving here.”

He shook his head. “Already knew that, too.”

“How’d you know that? You checking up on me?”

A small shrug lifted his shoulders. “Leon and I went over the applicants together before you were hired.”

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