They drew quite a few stares as Gretchen led them to their table, tucked near the piano. It was the same one they often used, and Aria suspected it was held in reserve for the Prescott’s use, since they never had to wait long for a table. Ruger and Remington settled under the table, lying so they could look out into the rest of the restaurant. Like their master, they were vigilant.
Theo helped her sit, holding her chair before settling into his own. Gretchen left them with menus, though each of them could probably recite it by heart. Aria noticed more than a few lingering stares in their direction, though she wasn’t certain if it was because they recognized her and Theo or if it was because of the dogs.
The waitress brought them water and took their orders without batting an eye. Aria wa
