Wednesday, Nic picked up the phone to invite Cat to dinner. “Why don’t we do the grill tonight?” There was an inexplicable easiness they’d built quickly, and frankly he liked it.
“Sounds great.”
“And bring your sketchbook.”
She chuckled. “Okay.”
They arrived at the grill restaurant on the other end of the property facing the gardens. Most of the seating was outdoor, but all the trees shaded them, making it a beautiful, quiet setting for dinner with a gorgeous woman.
She ordered the cedar plank salmon, and he ordered the filet mignon.
While they waited, he asked, “So do you mind showing me your sketches?”
She smiled, pulled her book off the chair beside her, and placed it in front of him.
He pushed away his wineglass and silverware and opened the cover. He flipped slowly, looking at
