At that exact moment he’d thought, Yes! Bartholomew is going to kiss me! Or ask me out! Or say “Marry me and let’s adopt!” and Bartholomew had leaned forward on his little stool and his eyes had fluttered, and Lachlan had leaned forward in return and…. Bartholomew zoomed up from his chair and bolted for the booth’s exit in the back, calling, “’Scuse me, I’ve gotta pee!” Lachlan had almost cried.
