Tawny wished he’d chosen a more public place. Well, the sushi house was public, but it wasn’t busy. And with only a handful of people in the restaurant—none of whom seemed to care that Tawny and Tyler were there—there was no reason to hold his hand. No reason to cuddle into him. No reason to lean forward and laugh like he’d just told the funniest joke on the planet.
She knew tons of little tidbits about him and his life now, but for some reason, she didn’t care. So he liked jokes. He took a nap every day. He had a photographic memory—that had been a good source of conversation for half the meal.
But what she wanted to know—what drove him? Why did he quit playing poker? Sell his company? Why had he chosen Getaway Bay as his new home? How did he think?—she couldn’t ask. At least if she wan
