Julian slid into the booth beside Evelyn, his hand brushing hers under the table. As she pushed cherry tomatoes around her salad, he leaned close. "The salmon special looked good—want me to flag the waiter for you?"
She shook her head, cheeks flushing when Mr. Everett glanced their way. "Stop fussing. I'm capable of using a menu."
But Julian was already signaling the server. "Extra truffle fries for the lady. She skipped lunch."
Across the table, Gerald watched Julian refill Evelyn's wine glass. A smile crinkled his eyes. "Let the boy play knight, Evelyn. We Everetts spoil our treasures rotten."
Evelyn nearly choked on her water. "Mr. Everett!"
"Grandpa's right." Julian nudged the fresh-baked bread toward her. "Besides, you're saving me from carb guilt."
When the fries
