“Where did you book a room?” “The Ritz.” “Oh fancy. Are you trying to impress me, Mr. Graham? Am I getting the football star Theo Graham treatment?” He chuckles but I see a bit of a flush moving up his neck. “Oh my gosh, I was kidding!” I move across the console and put my hand on his thigh. “You don’t need to try to impress me. You do that by just being you.”
