Lando suddenly turned his face away from me, but faintly, I could see his ears turning so red that I almost thought he was burning.
He cleared his throat quickly, his voice a little rough. "Let's … let's go now. I already made a reservation."
My eyes widened. When? When on earth did he make a reservation?! He hadn't even called anyone in the car. Unless … he messaged his assistant quietly?
Oh, perfect. Now I'd dragged his poor assistant into my late-night chaos too.
"Why are you just standing there?" he asked. "Let's go."
"Coming!" I squeaked, hurrying after him.
Even though he had apologized earlier, saying he might walk a little slowly, in reality, he wasn't slow at all. If anything, he actually moved as quickly as a rabbit instead of a turtle!
My eyes drifted lower, and I instantly regretted it. Every time he pushed forward with his crutches, the muscles in his forearms flexed, the veins along his hands standing out in a way that made my stomach flip.
