Page 35 of Grace's Revelation

“I’m on a date with Mason Scott.” She sighed.

“Long time coming.” I sat the menu down and rested my elbow on the table.

“You could have asked me out when we were younger,” she said, her expression hopeful.

“I should have.” I place my hand on her thigh. “I hated that ass hat you went to prom with. What was his name, Bobbie?” I said in a high-pitched voice.

“Robert.” She laughed. “He didn’t really sound like that, you just scared the shit out of him.”

“Good.” I nodded.

“He didn’t even try anything on prom night.” She looked at the menu.

“I know.” I turned my attention back to the menu.

“What do you mean?” She turned toward me. “How did you know?”

“The guy who drove you guys, Miles.”

She nodded.

“He was a prospect. I told him if that Robert guy laid a finger on you to call me.”

“Was that your plan, to beat up any guy who even thought about putting his hands on me?”

“Yep.” I winked.

“Until you left.”

We both stopped and looked around the room. The walls had white outlined wood paneling and painted a pale grey. It looked almost silver in the light.

The place was bright and warm, but the air at the table grew cold.

Luckily I knew how to warm it back up.