“Yeah?”
Linking my fingers with hers, I tugged her through the house to the front door. “I go shopping and eat out at restaurants all the time. It’s completely normal.”
“Hey.” She stopped, cocking her head at me. “Is this because of what happened earlier?”
Even if I wanted to hide my intentions from her, there was no possible way to do it. I couldn’t stop rambling on about being normal.
“Look, I just want to show you that we’re not all a bunch of gun-happy killers around here. We do normal things, too.”
“Like when?”
The adorable smirk on her face almost made me laugh. That is, until I realized I couldn’t think of a single example.
“Uh…” I swallowed hard as the smile slipped from her face. “We took a trip to Gettysburg one time.”
“Yeah?”
“I mean, I wasn’t there, but others went.”
“Well, that’s normal.”
It was so not normal. Not if she knew what happened there.
“So, dinner?” Quickly changing the subject, I tucked her into the SUV, then shut the door and shook off my nerves. Tonight would go fine. Everything would be just fine.
We were fine.
Clearing my throat as soon as I got in, I did my best not to look over at her. It was best not to spook the beast. Not that she was a beast, or that I had to worry about spooking her.
Because everything was going to be fine.
“You’re so tense,” she said as we walked into the restaurant.
“Am I? It’s probably just because I’m wearing a suit.”
“Well, you look amazing.”
“Thank you.”
Walking up to the hostess stand, I finally calmed down enough to tell her my name and that we had a reservation. The dim lighting of the restaurant set the perfect mood, along with the candles on the table and the soft music playing overhead.
Why had I been so worried about this?
“Rob!”
My whole body stiffened as I heard the familiar voice that would set any one of us on edge. Not because nobody wanted to see her, but because of what hell was sure to follow.
I tried to ignore her, but she chased me down, stepping in front of Krista and me as we attempted to sit at the table the waitress had guided us to.
“Aren’t you going to introduce me?”
I grit my teeth, turning a lethal glare on Cap, who was chuckling into his wine glass.
“Krista, this is Maggie.”
Her eyebrows shot up in surprise. “As intheMaggie?”
“Wow. Infamous already?” Maggie laughed. “I had no idea you talked about me so much.”