An hour after her last class, Quin was sprawled across her bed with her laptop balanced on her thighs, trying to finish another chapter of her novel.
Trying.
The blinking cursor had remained in the same place for nearly five minutes. Every sentence she wrote somehow circled back to one person.
Reeves.
She sighed and leaned back against the headboard. “This is ridiculous.” Her phone buzzed.
She glanced at the screen.
Reeves.
Her lips curved before she even opened the message.
Dinner tonight? 7:00 PM at Bell & Brick Bistro
I’ve been thinking about you since you walked away.
I still owe you another chance to prove I’m as charming as you pretend I am.
Below it was an address.
Quin stared at the screen for several seconds.
A real date? She had never been on one before.
Her thumbs
