Deanna pulled into the parking lot at Guiseppe’s with five minutes to spare. She took a deep breath and forced herself to relax, if only for a few seconds before climbing out of the car and facing the man who’d saved her bacon this evening. Beside the car she paused once more, her stomach fluttering as she wondered what had prompted her to push him to agree to dinner, but it was too late to back out now.
She glanced around the lot, wondering if he was here already then headed inside. She was about to cross the line of traffic when a deep chugging rumble made her stop and look around again. A motorcycle pulled into the parking lot, slowed and parked a couple spots away from her car. For some reason she watched as the rider dismounted and pulled their helmet off.
Her eyes widened and she d
