Harper’s POV
“What can I get you for dessert?” The waiter asks, pleasantly awaiting our order.
Evan responds instantly, “I’d love to try your strawberry cheesecake. What about you, Harp?”
“Make that two cheesecakes,” I say excitedly.
“Coming right up!” The waiter smiles, grabbing our menus and sauntering off toward the kitchen.
“Thanks again for everything, Evan. This lunch is just what I’ve been needing lately,” I say, sipping my drink.
Evan gives me his signature smile. “Girl, anytime. I wish I could get you out of the office more often.”
Just then, the suspicious man I noticed earlier rushes into the restaurant and cranes his neck in our direction, clearly searching for someone. He pushes past the hostess and waiters, making a beeline to our table. As he approaches, I finally get
