The restaurant was empty. Theresa scoffed.
That was always Dominic's style. Je loved the silence, the shadows, and no witnesses. He loved the kind of silence that didn't just fall, but pressed down like a weight on the lungs.
She was so stunned when she got his text an hour ago, attached with an address. There was no word, just an address but she knew Dominic more than he'd ever admit to her knowing.
She knew he missed her. When she came back, she knew it'd only be a matter of time before he request for her to be with him again.
They belong together, and this was the time.
Theresa stepped in with a smile, the click of her heels echoing in the hollow room. She wore her confidence like perfume. It was strong enough to sting the nose, and intoxicating if inhaled too deeply.
Her eyes flicked over the polished marble, the gold-detailed curtains, and the solitary table set at dead center. One table. Two chairs.
For them. One table, two chairs. For them. This meant something.
