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.
