Chapter 5
He pulled up to the restaurant five minutes early, honestly afraid that she wouldn’t show, to find that she’d walked in two minutes before him. She was sitting on the little bench inside the door and she smiled when he walked in.
“Danny!” She stood and embraced him. He could see that she was drawing attention from all over the room in a snug orange dress top that showed off too much cleavage to be professional office clothing, navy leggings, and black heels. He was glad he’d kept his suit on and had taken the time to shave before coming.
He returned the hug. “Hey Martha. Thanks for driving up here.”
“I don’t get up to Missoula often enough these days.” She’d taken a step back but had taken his hand. “They’ll have a table in five.”
“Not a bad wait,” he said.
She led him back
