Wow, what a guy, thought Sylvie. If she could’ve written up a request for a man as polar opposite from Neal as it was possible to get, she was pretty sure the answer would be Everett. How incredibly wonderful was that?
“You know, for the record, I’m really glad I changed my mind and came tonight,” she said.
He smiled at her. “Hang on to that thought,” he said.
What a strange thing to say.
“There’s something I wanted to give you.”
“Okay…”
Everett lifted his hand, laid something on the table. His expression was tense, an odd mix of some kind of anxiety and…maybe hope. Sylvie felt an answering wisp of unease unfurl and had the strangest desire not to look. Because she knew that whatever he’d put on the table was going to change something, and she’d just decided she liked where the
