Grace had barely been seated for a few minutes when the dishes began arriving. She blinked—she hadn’t even had time to look at the menu. It was obvious Raphael had pre-ordered. But when had he arranged it? She hadn’t seen him make a single call in the car.
“I ordered a few things in advance, just in case you were hungry,” Raphael said with a smile. “But feel free to add anything else.”
Grace could hardly believe it. This usually slow-on-the-uptake man had suddenly turned thoughtful and... romantic? Everything was seamless, perfectly timed. She couldn't find a single thing to complain about.
And he was right—the Mediterranean dishes were spot-on.
Midway through dinner, Raphael’s phone on the table lit up several times. He glanced at the screen but didn’t touch it, choosing instead to st
