Chapter Eight

“Do you want to eat outside?” Henry asked as we waited. “It’s warm today, but we can eat inside if it’s too cold.”

“Outside is wonderful. It’s been so warm. It feels like a shame not to enjoy the nice weather.”

He nodded and picked up the tray with our sandwiches and deftly carried it out to the patio. We sat under an umbrella, but still in the sunshine. The slight breeze was just cool enough I was glad I wore long sleeves. Summer was on its way, but not here yet.

He balanced the tray on one hand and carefully settled the plates on the table.

“You must have done this before,” I teased him as he settled into his chair. He frowned slightly and I pointed to the plates. “The plates. Were you a waiter?”

He chuckled. “No, just lots of watching others. And natural grace, of course.”

I giggled as he winked at me. “Natural grace, huh? Just like how you ran into me was graceful?”

“If you were paying attention, you would have noticed that it was a perfect tackle. My coach would have been proud,”