“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.

their familiar haunt, reserving

few dishes,

assistant in tow. Mark eyed the assistant, subtly dismissing her. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt

She sat beside

was seven in the evening, and she hadn’t eaten since

a

was surprisingly

was sparing

little, studied her profile, and then

We’ve stopped seeing

silent sigh of relief escaped

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