“I’m so sorry,” I apologized profusely. My voice a little high pitched for my liking, dabbing at my dinner companion’s jacket to dry the water I spilled on it. I stupidly glanced up at the man expecting to see anger, but his eyes were dancing in amusement to go with the smirk on his face. “Oh, gawd,” I whined, “you must think I’m an idiot.”
He let out a chuckle. “I think you’re adorable.” Standing he pulled me to my feet then took off his jacket swinging it over the back of his chair before