I stared at him. "You’d have been ashamed in front of your parents because I would jump you on top of the table."

"At least my parents would get a show with their dinner," he joked.

We were both laughing when John returned. He let us know that Nicholas’ parents were already seated.

I smoothed down my clothes and hair as much as possible without a mirror. I took Nicholas’ hand as we strolled inside and were led to our tables. Our tryst in the car almost made me forget the reason why we were meeting his parents.

But as I neared the private room, it shot back to the...