But instead, what I saw made me pause.
The restaurant was grander than I expected. Micheal’s car was sleek and polished as he pulled up just as I arrived. A valet rushed to take his keys.
My brows lifted. “Is this real or staged?” I whispered under my breath.
He spotted me and smiled, dimples showing. Those dimples once made me weak. But they had betrayed me when he chose Mannie over me.
“Oh, you’re on time,” he greeted warmly.
I pasted a sweet smile on my lips. “Of course. I just got in.”
Before he could say more, I hooked my arm through his. He didn’t push me away. In fact, he held my hand as he led me forward. My heart swelled with victory.
We entered a private room. He even pulled out my chair before sitting across from me. Gentleman as always.
“It’s been a long time,” he said.
