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"We could just eat anywhere." Cole smiled and said, "Chandler recently opened a restaurant here. He wanted people to come for a taste test and give opinions." Helma raised her eyebrows slightly. "Oh, Mr. Guller is winning favors with someone else’s effort, eh?" Cole chuckled. "Then I'll treat you again next time." No need! Helma narrowed her eyes. Chandler had helped her and Wanda at the bar. Okay, fine. She will go. Chandler's restaurant was in South Metro, where the land area was at a premium.

Cole nodded, looking away, trying to calm his racing heart. The waiter returned with their food, and Cole was surprised to see that Martin had ordered a luxurious, mouthwatering meal. “But I—” “Just eat, Cole. I’m the one paying. Don’t worry, just enjoy,” Martin said, sitting up straighter, smirking at Cole’s red face. Cole gave in, picking up the spoon and muttering, “Thank you.” After a while, Cole found himself relaxing around Martin. He might have a cold personality, but he clearly had a kind heart. Martin drove Cole home, and Cole thanked him, though he wasn’t ready to say goodbye just yet.

“Which is bureaucratic language for ‘she doesn't have much time left.’” I stood. “I want to meet you.” “Today?” he asked. “Now.” I beckoned. Packman chuckled softly. “There’s a restaurant just off the new Smitlon Point. We will use the private booths. I’ll be there in fifty minutes.” The line went dead. Smitlon Point was all tinted glass, the kind of place where conversations were conducted in lowered voices and nothing truly belonged to anyone. I arrived early, ordered black coffee I didn’t intend to drink, and took the booth that seemed to be far away from the windows.

It’s not that I didn’t want Hayley to be here with us…but one evening together with just the two of us would’ve been marvelous. “Earth to Kathleen!” Startled by the voice, I turned to face Cole, who stood there with the chair pulled back so I could take my seat. “What happened?” “Nothing,” I shook my head, smiling as I took the seat. “I love the ambience here. It’s perfect for a date. And-” “Are you ready to order?” The waiter interrupted before I could say anything further, and Cole picked up the menu to see through the listing. “Would would like to have shellfish, Kat?” He asked me, a small smile playing on his lips. “Or would you prefer stake?”

Adrian POV I drove us to Carmichael's, a harbour-front restaurant in a converted warehouse that served comfort food. Wood-panelled walls, leather banquettes, a chalkboard menu, and a kitchen that could make you forget whatever had gone wrong before you walked through the door. I requested the back-corner booth, away from windows and other diners. Evelyn slid into the banquette and studied the menu with the focus of a woman who hadn't eaten since the previous evening and was trying to maintain some dignity about it.

"I'm pretty sure they do. I believe Donovan Security uses them." "We'll have to come back again. It's a little too far for takeout." "They have a restaurant practically on Atlantic Beach. Different atmosphere; they have outdoor seating, but the pizzas are the same. So, which beach do you like to go to? Atlantic, Jax or Ponte Vedra?" "You pick. Surprise me!" Felicia gives me a wide smile. She seems to have gotten over whatever was bothering her a few weeks ago. I'm glad. I like seeing Felicia happy and content.

Eve finally arrived at a restaurant called Mama's Sizzler Restaurant & Bar on Johnsonville Road. The restaurant had seating in the form of circular red sofas with a table in the center. Eve and Aleena chose to sit on one of the sofas to make it more comfortable. Actually, there are chairs as usual, but Eve finds the sofa more comfortable. Luckily, there is food for Aleena to eat too. Eve ordered the chicken filet with fries, while Aleena chose the steak with egg and shrimp pieces, something like that but Eve forgot what it was called. With ice lemon tea.

he said, completely deadpan. Coleen groaned. “Mark.” “What? Somebody’s gotta make the speech.” He leaned against the frame, still grinning. “Don’t hurt my girl, Michaels.” “I promise not to,” I said, opening the passenger door for Coleen. Jason would’ve been proud. The restaurant was one of those cozy Italian spots with soft lighting, old jazz playing in the background, and the faint smell of garlic that hit you the second you walked in. “This place is nice,” Coleen said, glancing around as we sat down.

“Ouch. Anyway, thought I’d give you a heads up. Blake will be there tonight.” “Be where?” “In India’s apartment.” “Why? Is he doin’ some remodeling for her after hours?” “No. They, ah, have a date.” The muscles in Colt’s gut tightened. “Golden boy ain’t pouring drafts tonight at the Rusty Spur?” “Guess not.” “Where’d you hear this gossip? The diner?” “I haven’t been in the diner today.” “What the hell? You’re in there like three times a day.” Cam had a thing for sweet, shy Domini, the cook/waitress/hostess at Dewey’s Delish Dish, the restaurant next door to the tattoo shop.

Andrew arrived with Shiloh, Francesca, and Lauren at the Charm Restaurant at 8:00 p.m. sharp. There, they selected the best window seats and settled in comfortably. This restaurant was Rachel's enterprise, and the billionaire mogul had practically monopolized all the upscale dining establishments throughout Blumedale. After they sat down, Lauren smiled and said, "Shiloh, we'll wait just a bit. Aspen should be here any minute!" Shiloh grinned back. "No problem, I don't mind waiting at all!"