At that moment the waitress delivered their coffee and Randi waved off the creamer and sweetener. He could see she still took it the same way she used to describe it...black as hell and strong as sin. He swallowed a tiny smile at the little familiar habit.
She took a slow sip of the coffee before answering.
"I didn't agree to have coffee with you to make small talk, Noah. Say what you have to say and we can go back to the party. This door will finally be closed for good."
He studied her face, trying to read what was going on in her head. "Okay, if you want to jump right into it. I wanted to talk to you because I didn't like the way we left things the last time we were together."
"Left things?" The look she gave him could have fried eggs. "Are you kidding me?"
Okay. If he wondered whet
