Olivia

After we finished our meal, Alexander insisted on leaving a tip that probably exceeded Dottie's weekly salary. Back in his car, I felt pleasantly full and oddly content.

"Admit it," I said as we pulled back onto the road. "That was better than any five--star restaurant dessert."

"It had its charms." His hand found mine on the console between us. "Especially the company."

"Smooth talker."

"Just honest." He gave my hand a gentle squeeze. ...