Chapter 42

At precisely six thirty, Alex and Peter arrived at the restaurant to find the rest of the gang already seated. Alex took the seat next to Kate and Peter sat directly across from her.

With a shit-eating grin on her face, Kate leaned over and whispered into her ear. "Was it that good?"

Her cheeks heated; she was sure they were as red as a fire truck. She didn't need to answer her friend's question for the woman to know the answer.

First, the margaritas arrived. A short time later, the food made its way to the table. Alex opted for the chimichangas, and Peter, the enchiladas. She missed most of the dinner table banter with the group as her focus stayed on Peter as she gazed across the table at him. They were off in their own little world. Though they hardly spoke a word to each other, a lot was said.

As dinner came to an end, the group decided that a little music and dancing at the resort's nightclub would be in order.