Chapter 60
AlexaAn hour and a half later, I sipped a sparkling water and looked at Graham over the table at a quiet French bistro. My longing to avoid going home landed me in the uncomfortable situation of dodging the expectation in his eyes while trying to squeeze a nervous flutter out of my gut.
He drummed the table. The noise of it got lost in the crisp white table linens as the patio mister hissed and spewed a cooling cloud over our heads.
“Are you going to Poppy’s birthday party? Toby invited me. I hear there’s going to be a pony.” Graham’s voice pitched higher with forced levity.
“Wow. Maybe I should have let Toby and Sarah plan my party. All we did was get a little drunk and dance. You missed out on the best part of the night, by the way. Trista got up and sang Miley Cyrus karao
