Although early evening, it was still hot. When he’d first asked her to join him for dinner, she’d been a little unsure as to whether she should accept. However, seeing as it wasn’t a date, why not? What harm could come from it? Besides, she hadn’t been that keen on having dinner alone either. Mark had left her in such a funk that she was pretty much willing to do anything that would keep her from dwelling on him What she hadn’t expected, though, was to actually enjoy herself. Devon had a way of making her relax so that she felt comfortable enough to be herself. Something she never quite felt when she was with Mark. Lucky and Daisy lay down under the table. She was putting the ends of their leashes under her chair leg when Devon came out of the café carrying a tray. He had four glasses of water. He put one in front of her, another on the table in the spot next to her, and then gave the other two to the dogs. Before sitting down, he handed her a plate with a veggie wrap and coleslaw, and then put an identical one down next to his water glass.
