For the fourth time, I glanced at my gold wristwatch.
7:30 p.m.
Why isn't she here? What's keeping her?
I had already called her twice. She hadn't answered. Nor had she returned either call. A knot tightened in my stomach.
Could she have changed her mind? I immediately dismissed the thought.
No.
Heaven wasn't like that. She was the kind of woman who kept her word. If she had promised to come, then something must have prevented her. The arrival of the waiter pulled me from my anxious thoughts.
"Good evening, sir. May I take your order?"
I barely looked up from the table.
"Just a glass of Pure Heaven, please. Thank you."
"Certainly, sir."
