The restaurant was warm and inviting, soft lighting casting everything in a golden glow. The kind of place that managed to feel intimate even when it was full.
Alex and Ethan were seated near the back, a good table with a view of most of the dining room. The waiter had just brought their drinks when Alex saw her.
He'd been reaching for his water glass, listening to Ethan talk about something work-related, when his eyes drifted across the room.
And there she was.
Mia.
Sitting at a table near the window, laughing at something the man across from her had said.
The man.
Alex's hand froze halfway to his glass.
She wasn't alone.
She was with someone. A guy. Tall, from what Alex could tell even with him sitting down. Clean-cut. Smiling at her in a way that made Alex's jaw tighten involuntarily.
This was the "other engagement." This was who she'd chosen over meeting him.
A date.
She was on a date.
