Tatiana reclined in the passenger seat next to him, gazing out the window as the city lights whizzed by. They'd taken some time to drop her car off at her house, then he'd convinced her to go out for a bite to eat. He didn't really know why, but before he made love to her again, he had to know more about her. Entering the shopping center, he parked in front of the Fire Station Subs shop. “Is this okay?” She nodded. “I love their sandwiches.” He didn't say it out loud, but he loved that she didn't make demands to be taken to some expensive eatery. He got out, and went around the car to her side to open the door for her. Taking her hand as she stepped out, he guided her toward the door. As they approached, the door swung open so hard the tail of his trench lifted in the breeze it created. A woman marched out, head down, nearly bowling them both over. Tatiana rolled her eyes. A few steps beyond them, the woman stopped suddenly, and spun around. His eyes widened. Beneath the mop of wavy hair was a familiar face, and an unwelcome sight. Before he could speak, the woman propped her fists on her narrow hips.
