Molly
We reached the location…an open-door bar by the water. Soft lights. Wooden decks. The ocean stretches endlessly beyond it. Even in winter, it looks unreal.
Charles kills the engine.
I step out and breathe in the cold air. “Have you been here before?”
“Yes,” he says, closing the door. “More than once.”
We head inside and take a table near the edge where the view is unobstructed. Drinks are ordered. Martinis arrive.
“This place is beautiful,” I say, wrapping my fingers around the glass.
“I know,” he replies. “I come here sometimes after cases. It helps me unwind.”
I take a sip, then glance at him. “You did really well today.”
His lips curve into a slow smile. “I’m glad I impressed you.”
“You also looked hot,” I added casually.
He leans in slightly. “Careful. I don’t want t
