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I grabbed my purse and left.

Caleb stood when I approached the table. He’d chosen a restaurant I’d been wanting to try for months.

His eyes looked over me. “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you.”

“I was gonna say something smoother.”

“What stopped you?”

“You.”

I smiled and he pulled my chair out.

“You’re late.”

I looked at the time. “By only ten minutes.”

“I’ve fired people for less.”

“Good thing I don’t work for you anymore.”

His eyes met mine. “Very good thing.”

Dinner was amazing. We talked until the appetizers went cold. He asked about my parents, my business, what scared me, what made me angry, and why I’d never moved away.

I learned he hated flying despite traveling constantly. I learned that he called his mother every morning, that he’d started his first business with ten thousand dollars, bad credit, and more confidence than common sense. He also wanted children, and that caught my attention.

“How many?”

“Three.”

I laughed. “You got three-kids money?”

“I got ten-kids money.”

I laughed at him. “Three is a lot.”

“You don’t want kids?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“How many?”

“Two.”

“That’s boring.”

“Why?”

“Everyone wants at least two.”

“Apparently, you like stress.”

“I like the idea of a full home.”

The way he said that made me smile. “What about a wife?”