Samuel’s POV

Tiff and I have been missing each other on text for the last two days. I’ve been so busy with acquisitions that I’ve been at the office day and night. I did, however, manage to convince her to meet me for dinner this evening.

It’s 7:00 pm, and I’m seated at a table at the Modern, when I see Tiff walk in. She is dressed in a sage green floral dress. She looks edible. Classy with a hint of mischief.

I stood up and pulled the seat out for her as she approached.

“I hope ...