Two months. That’s how long it had been since Kara filled a prescription for a man who didn’t know her name.
Two months of keys and coffee and 2:17 AMs with no gaps. Two months of new pills and Dr. Ellison check-ins and Nancy pretending not to notice when Kara’s toothbrush appeared in Jon’s bathroom.
Two months of unforgettable nights.
Tonight Jon had a reservation. Somewhere with white tablecloths and a view of the city. He sent a car for Kara after her shift.
She walked into the restaurant in black dress pants and a simple top, hair down, and stopped when she saw him.
Jon stood up. Suit, but no tie. He looked nervous.
“You look beautiful,” he said when she got to the table.
“You look nervous,” Kara said. Sat down. “What’s going on?”
“Dinner,” Jon said. “Just dinner. With yo
