Chapter 63

“Seb has an evening planned with some friends so we’re not going to be—”

“Actually,” Sebastien cut me off, “I told the guys we’d do that another time.”

Nestled under his arm, I turned my face up to his. “Oh…what are you doing then?”

“Well, uh, I—I made some reservations at that place, that fancy tofu place you took me to five years ago. Would you like that?”

Sam laughed. “Would Jack likethat? Hm, I don’t know. Would Marie Antoinette have liked to have a little more bread to pass around town?”

Seb frowned, the reference probably going over his head. “Right.”

“You know, ‘Let them eat cake’.” Sam pretended to slash his throat. “Okay, never mind.”