Wait, wait. I fumbled to my feet, dropping my napkin and almost knocking over my champagne, and then gestured to the empty chair across from me. I spoke over Wyatt. “I’m glad you made it. The food is amazing.” The least I could do, the absolute least, was treat Wyatt to a thank you for saving my liver and my life breakfast.
yeah it's a thank you. but you're also putting him in a position to pretend you guys are married without even talking to him about this plan
