Becca
Three Months Later
I never knew if guys kept track of significant dates the way I did. In the years I’d spent dating, I’d rarely been with anyone long enough to celebrate a one-month anniversary or a two-months-since-our-first-kiss anniversary. And when I had, the guys in my life at the time had never given the date any significance.
So I had no way of knowing whether February twentieth would ring any bells for Blake. I had zero expectations, but I did ask if we could go out to dinner, my treat, and I would pick the place. He didn’t object and didn’t ask where I planned to go, which was a little unlike him, being the foodie he was. But I chalked it up to him being busy with the restaurant, which had been booked out two months in advance since its opening night. It had been written
