Sarah POV
I’ve never been one to sit on a problem, so when Melissa texted me about meeting for a strategy session on the Abrigan Mine, I turned it into a lunch date. I even suggested it be just the two of us when she talked about bringing her publicist.
“Should we get pizza again?” she asked, laughing.
“I was thinking of the Oceana,” I said.
“I love seafood! See you there at noon?”
“I’ll make the reservation.”
The Oceana was a new place I’d heard good things about. As I walked with Danielle casing the joint behind me, I smiled at the lovely use of windows overlooking the view of the city, the tasteful nautical pieces, and the fresh flowers. I gave my name to the hostess and was taken to a booth in front of a window.
Melissa looked up from the menu and smiled, and I took my seat acro
