...Dickinson POV…

Being a man is not easy. I giggled as I looked at her slanted masculine eyebrows.

The waiter arrived at our table with the bill. Emile and I had been arguing good-naturedly throughout the meal about who would pay the check, but now that it was actually in front of us, I was starting to regret my bravado.

"I'll get this one," I said, reaching for my wallet.

"No, no," Emile said, waving his hand. "I insist. You paid last time."

"But you always pay," I countered.

"It's my treat," Emile said with a smile.

I opened my mouth to protest, but then I remembered that all of...