Diner Disaster

Brice drove me into town about fifteen minutes after we finished our conversation. I had to give him a chance to take a quick shower, and I decided to put on something a little more presentable than what I’d just been lounging around the house in. I also spritzed myself with Ben’s favorite perfume, the one he always told me made me smell so good. It couldn’t hurt to remind him of all of the reasons he loved me, right?

The cafe was busy when we pulled in. For a moment, my mind was taken back to the first time I’d met Brice. It had been here, and he’d been flirting with my little sister. I felt my muscles tighten up. His hand came down on my arm, and he said, “I was a different person then.” I turned to him and nodded, knowing he was right. He had changed a lot in the last six months or so. And thanks to the burns I’d given him during our first fi