Not that I got stingy with food, but normally I’d be disappointed that I didn’t get the bread I wanted.

But I wasn’t. If she wanted it, I wanted her to have it.

Must be love.

“You like that olive bread?” I said. “It’s my favorite.”

“Oh! I’m sorry. Do you want to split it?”

I shook my head. “No. Enjoy it.” I reached into the basket and chose a pretzel roll. It was no kalamata olive bread, but a decent substitute.

The server appeared at the side of the table and nodded to Charlie.

“Are you ready to order?”

“Yeah, thank you. I’ll start with the house salad with the herb vinaigrette, and then I’ll have the trout, please.”

“Very good. And you, Mr. Wolfe?”

“House salad, same dressing, and the filet, very rare, with a baked potato.”

“Butter or sour cream?”

“Both.”

“Excellent. Will you be having wine with dinner?”

“Charlie?” I said.

“Yeah, that would be nice. Something red, but light.”

“I have a Beaujolais-Villages that would complement both your meals nicely,” he said.

“Great. Bring a bottle.” I handed him my menu.

“I’m not sure I can drink more than one glass,” Charlie said.

“So?”

“So…you ordered a whole bottle.”

“I guess that means I’ll drink three glasses, then,” I said.

She sighed. “All right, then. You won’t be driving me home.”

“Charlie, I’m kidding. First, I’d probably be fine to drive after three glasses of wine—”

“And a bourbon,” she added.

“And a bourbon. But I probably won’t drink three glasses of wine. Who cares?”

“Well, I—” She reddened. “You’ve never had to watch money in your life, have you?”

“No, but I don’t think I’m overly pretentious with my purchases.”

“I’m not saying you are.”

“You don’t have to be a billionaire to leave a little wine in a bottle,” he said.

She blushed again. Adorably. “You’re right, I suppose.”

“Let me treat you to a nice dinner. The only meal we’ve shared outside my place so far was the one in Helena.”

“I don’t mean to sound ungrateful.”

“You don’t sound ungrateful. You sound frugal, but you don’t have to be when you’re dining with me. It’s all on me.”

She finally settled down.

Again, I had the desire to talk to her about why I was seeking guided hypnosis.

But should I? Did she deserve to be burdened with that part of me?

I might love her, but I had no idea what her feelings for me were.

“Tell me,” I said, “about you and Blaine Foster.”

“He’s a senior partner at Lacey’s old firm.”

“I know that much. My father was a client of his. You said you were together. I just want to know the extent of it.”