But his strategic hiding place behind a pillar afforded him a whopping fourteen inches of legroom. Which meant all his pent-up energy still had to go someplace. Sure enough, his fingers tightened on the thick green stem he held until it snapped. Shit. He bobbled the hot-pink gerbera, just catching it before it hit the pavement. This is why he rarely went to the trouble of making romantic gestures, big or small. They were a pain in the ass. But after two bad starts with Mira and then canceling on her, Sam knew he needed to pull out all the stops tonight. He’d even ironed his lucky shirt. If she ever showed up. Daphne had texted him five minutes ago they were pulling into the parking lot, and he still didn’t see them. Had Daph blown the surprise? Was Mira still so pissed at him she refused to get out of the car? This was a stupid idea. A better plan for their date, the smart way to go, would’ve been a reservation at Spiaggia or Gibsons.
