Once a week, for a solid eight weeks, Shayla asked herself was Shane an angel? Shane Hunter had become a companion of comfort and a much-needed friend to Shayla, who felt vulnerable and often broken emotionally. They kept in touch every week, either in person or over the phone, talking for hours. So when he called and said he was in town and wanted to meet for lunch. She happily replied yes. They made arrangements to go to a restaurant near her place. Shane agreed to pick her up from her home since the restaurant was closer to her side of town.
Dante's beachfront restaurant was filled with what some would call the elite ladies around Cheriton—now sitting waiting for their food to arrive.
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Shayla found herself sitting across from Shane, admiringly studying things about him.
