She let go of his arm and he tucked away his credit card, relieved.
“It was nice to meet you, Thom. I hope I see you again.”
“Thanks.” He walked Dog to the door and looked through the plate windows into the parking lot. The sun was low in the sky. It glinted off the windshield of his car. He’d been here longer than he’d expected to be. “We’ll definitely be back,” he promised. And he even thought that they just might be. Probably.
“Maybe at Thanksgiving,” she said. He turned back to look at her and that Justin-grin was back on her face. “For dinner. Hmm?”
He shook his head, negating the idea, but chuckling at her attempt. “Maybe.”
When he slid into the driver’s seat, Dog, in direct contradiction to the “stay” that Thom had ordered when he’d put Dog in the backseat, pushed into the pass
