“He’s not going to be too happy I lost the boat,” Leander said.
“At least it wasn’t a yacht,” Caiden told him.
“There is that.” Leander opened the door to get out, then paused. “Thanks for saving me, and lunch and…everything. Look, if you’re not busy Saturday evening, would you like to go out to dinner? So I can repay you.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“I’d like to though, if you want. Nothing fancy. Maybe…Do you like seafood?”
“Definitely.”
“Do you know Landry’s on Peters Street?”
“I can find it, I’m sure.”
“Great. Say, around six? I’ll meet you there.” Leander smiled crookedly. “If you don’t show, I’ll know you changed your mind and I’ll eat alone.”
“Barring a hurricane, I’ll be there.”
“Since it’s not hurricane season, we should be safe,” Leander replied with a laugh as he got out of the car. “Again, thanks for everything. I’ll see you Saturday at six.”
* * * *
“Well?” Rian said when Leander reported in.