He’s staring down at me, waiting for an answer. “Champagne.” He quirks one brow. “We’re celebrating.” He gets Grace and Lane’s requests then orders everything. Turning so his body is angled toward me, he asks, “What are we celebrating?” “You being out of the house, for starters.” His lips twist into a sexy smirk. “And I got a new dress.” His stare rakes over me slowly like he’s appreciating every centimeter of said dress.
