Robynne POV
Ridge appeared to be a mile away in his head, like he was remembering something, and his gentle smile on his lips was a good memory. I had finished my meal and part of his, which made me smile when he offered it to me. I would love to come here again. This has been both romantic and satisfying in a calming way, no pressures to be someone we aren't, but to be ourselves.
Some music started up, making me look around. It sounded like a real band, and not a DJ or radio. There in the gardens was a small band, a drummer, a guitarist, a violinist, and an organist. They were dressed in colonial attire; a woman violinist was pretty, her dress fell to the floor, and she wore a tight corset that pulled in her waist, causing her to bulge out of her top, but that was the standard style for
