Mandy

I ease into the booth and smile toward Malcolm’s welcoming expression.

“Hello, gorgeous.”

Despite any qualms I may have been having, my smile grows as his greeting fills me with a welcomed feeling of warmth. “I’m sorry this is a late dinner. I wanted to wait until…my son was in bed.”

Malcolm shakes his head. “Not a problem. I ordered you a glass of moscato. I hope you don’t mind.”

There’s a tug in my chest, remembering how ...