Lawrence stepped closer, his tall, commanding figure blocking the last rays of the setting sun from reaching her.
Leaning down slowly, he moved close and said, "How about inviting me for dinner?"
The familiar scent of citrus and wood filled the air, bringing back memories of their last moments alone half a month ago.
Miranda's heart raced uncontrollably as she swallowed nervously. She averted his intense gaze and took a step back to maintain a proper distance.
"What would you like to eat?" Miranda asked.
Lawrence's lips curled into a smile, which he quickly hid, resuming his composed expression.
"Whatever you're offering."
"Then let's go to..."
Miranda's phone rang. It was a call from Andrew.
She excused herself to Lawrence, stepping aside to answer, "Andrew."
Andrew said, "Miran
