The Boss I Shouldn't Want, Now My Stepbrother
"Well, not dinner. More like an early breakfast, if we want to be technical. It has great reviews. I can call and have them book a table."
When I didn't respond immediately, Rhysand tilted his head. "Or we could do Chinese, if you aren't up for Italian."
With a desperate rush, I blurted out, "Um, no—that's not what I meant. Could we do something a little more casual? While formal dinners are wonderful, they can get a bit... chaotic when we're around. Like a library convention for clowns... You're not a clown, of course. Just the atmosphere. It often gets... chaotic."