“What is your official verdict on the dinner?” Cullen asked, taking in Grace and the rest of the diners in the busy pub restaurant. They stood at the desk, waiting for a waitress so they could pay for their meal. “Good, bad, or indifferent?”
“The blue cod was delicious. It’s hard to beat fresh fish. My meal was tasty pub fare. Not terrible, but it won’t make my all-time top five meals either.”
Cullen nodded at her verdict and reached for her hand once he’d sorted out the check.
Bemused, Grace let him clasp her hand. Outside, it was dark with a dozen streetlamps illuminating the footpath beyond the pub. Cullen tugged her along the waterfront and they left the pub behind. The whoosh of waves relaxed her, and she realized she hadn’t felt this contented for months. Cullen’s hand was warm in
