Harper
I almost didn’t go.
For twenty minutes, I stood in front of my closet trying to decide what a woman wore to dinner with a man who had once called her shameless.
Not a date.
It wasn’t a date.
Cole had invited me because he owed me a sandwich. That was all.
I chose jeans and a black sweater, then changed into a gray one because black made it look as though I was still dressing for Gavin’s funeral.
The thought made me angry enough to change back.
By the time I reached the station, I had already decided I would stay for fifteen minutes.
Twenty at most.
Marcus saw me first.
He stood beside the engine checking equipment and looked toward the paper bag in my hand.
“More sandwiches?”
“This one is not for you.”
“That seems unnecessarily cruel.”
Cole came through the bay carryi
