I let Brad push in my chair and resisted the urge to wiggle it out a little. He really was a strong boy.
He beamed at me from his own seat as he slid into it, automatically reaching for my hands. Was it weird he sat next to me rather than across? I wasn't in a position to care. As soon as he touched me I was all his.
"You look beautiful." I let the lie go. A glance in the mirror on my way out to his truck told me I looked okay. But if he was in the mood for flattery, I'd take it.
"I've never been here before." I looked around the dated and slightly tacky Italian restaurant. It was kind of quiet at the moment and terrible Muzak filled the air but none of it mattered.
"I wanted to take you somewhere special." His green eyes were delicious. But were they a little tired? Hadn't Mrs. Collins mentioned he wasn't well? Maybe he used it as an excuse to get away from Suzanne. I wished I'd thought of it.