Chapter Ten
“I thought you’d appreciate this atmosphere.” Trent gestured to the sultry candlelight in the romantic French restaurant off main. “It seemed you needed the silence.”
“You got that right,” Adalia sighed and took a long drink from the champagne flute. She’d agreed to the date out of anger at Michelle, but she truly wanted to be there. She wanted to know him, even though she still wasn’t sure she could trust him.
“Care to discuss it?” He took a sip of his own champagne, and the flute looked undersized in his strong hands. She pictured the stem snapping and a thrill passed over her.
“There’s no point. I can handle it.”
“You don’t have to be this strong all the time. You’re allowed to accept help from others, you know. You’re allowed to be vulnerable sometimes.” The words pass
