As promised, he came up to Jerome the next day so they could have lunch at Grapes. And while it was great to sit next to him in a booth and share pizza and salad and wine, they couldn’t get too cozy, not with every other booth in the place full and a chatter of lively voices — most of them civilian — all around them.
Maybe he could tell she wished they were someplace a little more private, because he said, “Things are going really well with Sheila, so I think my schedule will ease up after this coming weekend. It just needs to be all hands on deck because of the holiday.”
Since Autumn had been expecting to hear something along those lines, she wouldn’t allow herself to be too disappointed. She sipped some shiraz and said, “That’s okay. I think Sarah and I are going to the Spirit Room Fri
