Several of them really. He planned to use them to the fullest, too. He called Kona, the riverside restaurant that Lizzie loved, and booked one of the private areas off the deck. When she called in the middle of the week and told him she was meeting somebody there for dinner, he grunted, kept his answer to a minimum. “Why there? Thought you were hanging out at the bar until you got to know these guys better.” “He…um, well. We wanted to do dinner. I thought it would be okay, as long as you all were around. You…you don’t mind, do you?” “Nah.” He closed his eyes, hoped Selah wouldn’t wreck it. He’d already called her, told her. She’d crowed for ten minutes and then promised she wouldn’t give anything away. “I haven’t had a decent steak in a while. I can eat and hang there while you look for Prince Charming.” The last time he’d teased her about finding her fairytale prince, she’d laughed him off. This time, she said, “Thanks.” Then she hung up. Tossing the phone down on his bed, he looked at his hand and rubbed the tattoo.
