When they returned to the table, Malcolm took his seat again, draping his napkin back across his lap.

Ainsley raised an eyebrow at him cheekily.

"What?" he asked.

"Nothing," she sing-songed, also cheekily.

He gave her a distinct 'shut it down' look, but she just took a sip of her wine.

The waiter arrived and set an elaborate cream filled pastry in front of each of them.

"So did you see anything you liked?" Ainsley asked Raylan.