Sandy angsted over what to do for dinner. What to make. What tone to set. What she actually wanted. God, it had been so long since she’d let herself even think about what she wanted. She’d invited Trey on impulse, her nerves still jumping from the look in his eyes as he’d taken her hand. Definitely not business on his mind. That look had given her hope. Though of what she wasn’t sure.
He’d been so closed off during dinner. Sandy knew she’d hurt him. Deeply. Under the circumstances, she couldn’t really blame him for avoiding her. But, then, why had he come back at all? Why had he chosen to do business here, knowing she was mayor? Norah was persuasive, certainly, but even she wasn’t that good. Maybe he just wanted resolution.
Well, she could give him that. Adele was right. He needed to kno
