The restaurant was a little out of the way, located in one of the southern suburbs of Boston, but he preferred it that way. It was not fancy by any means, but it wasn't exactly a Denny's, either. It was some family-owned restaurant that served home-style cooking. Brecken had met clients here before, especially those that he didn't want to be seen coming and going from the company offices downtown. While he waited, he thought about Heather, and by default, Alyson. Heather was like a breath of fresh air. He had really enjoyed having dinner with her the other night. It wasn't that she was so unique or unusual, but she was different. She carried herself well, spoke confidently, and didn't feel an endless need to fill silent gaps in conversation. She seemed to prefer the simple things in life, unlike Alyson. Alyson. He knew he would have to have a talk with her soon, but the thought of doing it today made him cringe. Still, he knew that when it came to Alyson, putting off the inevitable was impossible.
