“I thought tonight we'd have a night by the beach with a starry sky and pretty twinkling candles.”

“Whose fault is it that we ended up in this tavern with greasy burgers and dozens of damn men trying to hit on you?”

Cammila chuckled and patted the back of Shane's hand which was lying on the table.

“Easy. I'm not complaining, I'm just kidding.”

“You obviously can't complain because this is all your fault.”

Cammila laughed. She put a piece of greasy onion ring in her mouth, and ...