LUCAS’S POV
The ride down to the restaurant had been quiet. Elora sat beside me, lost in thought, her eyes fixed out the window as the city lights glittered by. I could tell she was trying to keep herself composed, but her silence always spoke louder than words. Tonight, all I wanted was to take her mind off her worries. So I thought why not treat her to a good dinner in a nice restaurant. I mean, women love good food, right? Just a little something to remind her that not everything in her life had to be all chaos.
As soon as we pulled into the restaurant, I turned off the engine, stepped out, and circled around to her side to open her door. I offered her my hand and she placed her palm in mine. And for a moment, she looked up at me as though she wanted to say something but swallow
