Dates are certainly not outside of Beau’s wheelhouse, but she has never had one so thoroughly prepared for her. It is more like her to iron out the details herself, too fussy to relinquish control to some sniveling bun who might not even know a dessert fork from a butter knife. Yet, after much reassurance on Oleander’s part, Beau offered herself up for a blind date with the promise that the restaurant would offer something even to her tastes. “And perhap...
