Fisher’s surprise couldn’t be contained behind the mask he’d put on as soon as he’d seen Stacey in the garden. He couldn’t believe he’d asked her to dinner, and he wasn’t surprised by her resistance. She wasn’t exactly cold to him, but she hadn’t been warm either.
So when his eyebrows went up, she didn’t act like his reaction was strange.
“Lunch?” he repeated as if he wasn’t familiar with the midday meal.
“I usually skip breakfast,” she said with a small half-shrug. “We can work around your schedules—our schedules.”
“When?” he asked. He’d go right now though it was only nine-fifteen. His day had started early in the bagelry, the only one of its kind on the island, located on the second floor of Sweet Breeze. They served bagels in every variety, including a few tropical ones Fisher had
