Chapter FourDamien had to struggle against being dazzled.
“Take me to your favorite place to eat.”
Had she said “restaurant” he’d have struggled to think of somewhere nice, but “to eat” had only one answer.
“It isn’t upscale or Californian or—”
“That’s fine.”
So, he’d taken her at her word. Ten minutes on the Metro and a couple minutes of chilly walking at either end didn’t seem to affect her in the slightest. Donning only a stylish but understated blue wool coat and thin black gloves, she appeared untouched by the freezing evening. Her scarf was a cheery knit in Christmas reds and greens; it gave her color and made her eyes and chill-reddened cheeks appear brighter.
He second-guessed himself all of the way to Molly Malone’s. The big oak tree out front had long since lost its leaves
