Chapter 16
Alexa“Is blue your favorite color?”
Graham and I sat in the center of the restaurant at a two-top table, surrounded by couples. It might not be Valentine’s Day, but romance wafted through the room like throat-stinging perfume.
Each table had a single, long-stemmed red rose in the middle and flickering candlelight. I picked at my chicken Caesar salad—dressing on the side—distracted by all the nuzzling at other tables, so Graham’s voice startled me. “It is. How did you know?”
“Your car. Your door. And when we got inside in different light, your jumpsuit—it’s navy, not black like I thought. Plus, the pillows on your couch. All blue.”
I widened my eyes, letting the unexpected pleasure from his insight bloom. “I’ve always liked blue. Baby blue, navy blue, sapphire, cerulean, all
