Brandon pushed through the restaurant's glass doors, spotting Ashley propped on her elbow at a candlelit table, her fingers tapping a wine glass. Her eyes lit up when she saw him, and she waved eagerly.
"Brandon! Over here!"
He walked over, pulled out a chair, and sat down, his gaze sweeping over the roses and scented candles arranged with care. He studied her for a moment, making sure she was unharmed before relaxing.
"What's so urgent?" he asked.
Ashley reached for his wrist, her nails lightly grazing his skin with a playful, teasing edge. "Guess first!"
Brandon looked down at her slender fingers, but for some reason, his mind flashed to another hand—long, elegant, curling slightly when flipping through papers, fingertips faintly pink. Hannah's hand.
"Brandon!" Ashley shook his arm
