Chapter 3

“I might have to try to her food first. To see if she’s as great as you say.”

“Well, that’s easy enough. Pick a night. I’ll treat you to the best meal you’ve had in the past decade.”

Mal had not been fishing for an invitation—or a date—but now that he had it, he wasn’t going to waste his opportunity. He’d be a fool to do so, even if all he got out of the night was a meal.

“What about tomorrow?”

“Good. Tomorrow is good.” Alejandro shifted slightly, re-balancing his plate on his thigh as his knee nudged against Mal’s. “Do you want to pick me up at seven?”

“Yeah, I can do that. Pick you up here?”

He shook his head. “I’m not shooting tomorrow. I’ll give you my address before you go. As long as you don’t mind driving to Santa Monica.”

Mal thought he’d drive all the way to San Francisco, if that’s what Alejandro wanted.

“No, I don’t mind at all.” He smiled, a little shyly. “I guess it’s a date.”

“I guess so.”