“Love is one thing,” he said, looking straight through the glass doors of The Gilded Lantern. “It cries out for attention.”
“Jake and Lily spent weeks planning this,” I said, resting my hand on the plastic doorknob. “They saved up their own money to pay for this table.”
“Then they can enjoy it with you,” he said. “Come on in. I’ll wait here.”
“Damon, please. You can’t stay in the car.”
He let out a short, dry laugh that didn’t reach his eyes.
“I’m not going to walk in there next to you and look like some desperate prankster,” he said.
It took my breath away, but I forced myself to press the door handle.
“I’m going in,” I said, pressing the plastic latch.
The cold autumn air immediately hit me in the face, carrying the smell of damp earth and smoke from nearby houses. Damon unbuckled his seatbelt with a loud click and opened the door, stepping out onto the gravel driveway.
