Linden GroveLucy knew Felix hated being late.
If anything, he preferred to be early, the one who got a table for everyone else. Tonight, he was late. She could tell he had been running down Caroline Street to Capital Ale. He was dripping with sweat, and breathing hard. The end of July was just so damn hot and sticky in Virginia.
“Sorry I’m late. I got—I got—I don’t know what I got, distracted, waylaid, I guess,” Felix said as he slid into the booth across from Lucy.
“Here, got you a beer,” she said as she filled a mug for him from the pitcher she had ordered. “So, how did your big date go last night with Mark? Packed and ready to move to DC? To be honest, I was surprised you said you wanted to go out for a beer. People become a couple and they usually disappear,” she added, looking quic
