“If I refuse, you’ll make things difficult, won’t you?” she challenged, her tone subdued.

“Absolutely,” Mark confessed without evasion.

Expecting outrage, he was met instead with acquiescence.

“Fine, I’ll dine with you, Mr. Evans,” she conceded, her usage of “Mr. Evans” laced with sarcasm.

Mark detected the derision but remained unfazed. His primary concern was his longing for her.

Angela’s Library

He suggested picking her up, but she preferred to drive independently.

at their familiar haunt, reserving

early, selecting a few dishes,

her. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt

She sat beside Mark, picking up

evening, and she hadn’t

served her, a rare

was

was sparing with

profile, and then

the one. We’ve stopped

sigh of relief escaped

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