Roman picked me up at seven exactly.
I had decided to wear a dark, burgundy velvet dress that hugged my curves. I wore my hair up, letting a few curls fall around my face.
Lia wasn’t home when I’d left. I wrote her a quick note and told her the truth. I was having dinner with Connor.
Well…that was enough of the truth.
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The restaurant was even quieter at dinner than at lunch.The light was warmer, and even more candles were lit. Zane was already at the table when I came in, standing when he saw me. He was wearing a crisp black shirt, pulled taut over his muscles, the sleeves rolled. The light caught the dark of his hair, the strength of his jaw, his nose…the fullness of his lips.
His gaze took in my dress, his eyes darkening, and I felt myself become heated.
I sat in the chair h
