Feeling inexplicably uncomfortable with the gesture, she picked up her napkin and arranged it in her lap, keeping her eyes down. “Thanks, Bryan. That was a nice thing to say.”
“No, it wasn’t a nice thing to say. It’s the truth. I’ve always thought you were pretty and when you laugh, your eyes get all sparkly. Plus, you’re sweet and always trying to see the positive side of things.”
She shifted in her chair, suddenly nervous. What was Bryan getting at? He’d never gone around spouting her virtues like that before. Surely, he wasn’t still thinking that they— ?
The arrival of their meal cut into her line of thought and they both waited silently for the waitress to place the food on the table.
Once the server was gone, she cleared her throat. She had a bad feeling that
