Dwayne’s fork froze halfway to his mouth with his first bite of food.
Felicity gave a light laugh that didn’t mirror how she felt inside. “I had to go buy this dress yesterday,” she admitted. “I didn’t actually bring any church clothes with me.”
He just nodded and said, “That’s understandable.”
Was it? Felicity wasn’t even sure herself, but she was desperate for something lighter to talk about. All the drama, the crying, the confessions, they didn’t belong with such delicious food and such handsome company.
“Let’s talk about something else for a while,” she said.
“I have an obsession with guacamole,” he said. “We can talk about that.”
Felicity couldn’t help the laugh that burst from her mouth. “Food obsessions. Yes, let’s go down this path.”
“What’s one of yours?”
She took another
