Chapter 8 Mark
Spending time with Robin wasn't a hardship. In fact, I was having difficulties remembering I was supposed to be working. The restaurant she’d mentioned, Café Cappuccino, was only a few blocks down the street. When she accepted my invitation along with my hand, I’d felt like I could fly.
Fortunately, she’d accepted my invite and arrived at the location I’d expected her to be at, because instead of the boots she'd worn on the plane, she now sported a pair of lacy leather sandals. While they made her ankles look impossibly dainty, no tracker could have hidden in those, no matter how small.
She’d changed out of the sparkling purple dress since I’d seen her, but I didn’t want to comment in case it was misconstrued. With the dress and the color she’d worn to make her eyes deepe
