Ash let Burke drive away from the beach and down the curvy roads toward the more commercial part of town. He didn’t say anything, and Ash didn’t like the way the silence felt like it had a life of its own.
He pulled into a seafood restaurant that served lobster and shrimp fritters with sugary glazes, as well as the best assortment of coffees and teas the island had to offer. Ash wasn’t sorry they’d come here; she simply had no idea what to say to him as they waited in line, ordered, and then retreated to the patio so she could sip her second cup of coffee of the day.
This one was far superior to the one Burke had brought her in a to-go cup before her lesson, but that was to be expected at Sea Party. She and Burke certainly weren’t the only couple at the outdoor tables, but for the first
