"May I take your order?" a pretty blonde woman asked Lance, holding a pad and pencil, waiting. Great. Another admirer. Obviously, the hostess had told her about him. I guessed that I would have to get used to it. Anyone as gorgeous as Lance would definitely attract attention.
"I'll have the Seafood Alfredo and a Coke," Lance said, handing her his menu, and then turned his attention back to me.
"I'll have the Penne Pasta with Chicken and a Coke Zero," I said, reaching across the table to hold his hand.
"I'll get that for you right away," she said, dejected, as she walked away.
"Lance, you can order a drink, you know," I said, smiling. "I won't mind."
He gently squeezed my hand. "Not while you're pregnant, love," he said.
I smiled as I returned the squeeze. It was nice that he didn't want me to feel uncomfortable.
Lance's expression suddenly turned serious. "Who else besides Dr. Ryan knows about the baby?" Lance asked, taking a sip of his water.