THIRTY THREE ; The Restaurant
MELINDA
My heels clicked against marble floors as I entered. The restaurant was small, intimate, with maybe fifteen tables total. Soft lighting, fresh flowers on every surface, the quiet murmur of conversation from the few other diners.
Then I saw him.
Kieran sat at a corner table, his back to the wall so he could see the entire room. He'd changed into a dark suit, no tie, his hair slightly less controlled than usual. When he saw me walking toward him, he stood up, his eyes tracking my movement across the room in a way that made heat spread through my chest.
"Belinda." His voice was lower than usual. "You look stunning."
"Thank you. You didn't have to do all this."
"I wanted to." He pulled out my chair, waiting until I was seated before returning to hi
