Shaking my head, I said, “I don’t think so. Besides, what about your wife? Does she mind that?”
Theo’s right eyebrow rose. “I don’t have a wife, Dane. Okay, if you don’t want to come to my house this time, we can go to a little Italian place over on Baker. I’ll pick you up.”
“This isn’t a date, you know.”
He laughed. “I know that. You didn’t rent a car, did you? When you arrived?”
He had me there. “No.”
“So, I guess that means you need to be picked up. How about I come by in about two hours?”
The words “Do I have a choice?” were on the tip of my tongue, but I fought them away. If Theo wanted us to talk over so-called old times, then I might as well get it out of the way now.
“Fine. See you then.”
* * * *
“Haven’t you got anything nicer to wear than that?” Emily asked me when I came out of the guest room just before the time Theo was set to pick me up.