“You have to do this,” he said in a low growl.
“I know.”
“Do I have to walk you over there? Hold your hand to him? Force the word from you?”
“No,” I whispered.
“Then do it. Now.” Spoken firmly.
“Fine.” I pushed up from the table roughly, spilling some of my coffee and sending a glare his way. I couldn’t believe I’d just been wishing he’d kiss me.
It wasn’t difficult to spot table six with the blue-black mist floating around the young man. I stormed, rather than walked, toward the restroom area near table six, intent on getting this done and over with. He was younger than I’d been, but older than the two the other day. Was it only yesterday?
With my nails digging into my palms and my heart trembling in my chest, I stalked toward my cull. Just as I was beginning to pass his booth my f
