Dinner progressed, and I’d never felt the level of connection that I felt with her.
We were poking at a piece of chocolate cake when her phone went off with a text message.
“Going to check it?”
She shook her head. “No. I just want to be here with you.”
It went off again. “Might be important.”
She blew out a breath and pulled the phone from her clutch. Her brow scrunched as she looked at the screen.
“Well, the thought that maybe this was you is now blown out of the water.”
“What?”
She shook her head. “I’ve gotten a couple of random text messages from an unknown number.”
“Well, we know it wasn’t me.” I held out my hand and she set the phone on my palm.
After a couple of cursory, nondescript texts there were two new ones.
Why haven’t you responded?
It’s Valentine’s Day. You’re bre
