They walked across the street in the evening air, with the sun setting and a December chill creeping in. The little diner, Glory Bound, was warm and small. They grabbed a table in the corner. “So, um, this is really nice, Cal. Thanks for asking me over here.” This awkwardness she felt was completely new to her. Dallas was the kind of woman whom men gravitated to, and she had always known how to act around them. What to say, how to smile, how to cross her legs just so to get their attention. Yet with Cal, she felt like a teenager all over again. “I like to admit it when I’ve been wrong. It’s a habit of mine.” He glanced up shyly and smiled. “Well, I forgive you. I’m sure I don’t help my reputation with some of my actions anyway.” Owning up to bad behavior? That was another first for Dallas. She thought about her most recent relationship with Dan the man Donohugh, Harry Heart’s campaign manager.
