He pulled into the Olive Garden parking lot and found a spot. He turned off the car and sat for a moment. It’s just one date. It doesn’t have to mean anything. Yeah, he knew he could say that a hundred times, but it wasn’t true. The fact that he looked forward to this date told him it did mean something. Something important. He closed his eyes and rubbed his temple for a moment. He felt like a teenager on his first date and he had no idea how to act.
A rap of knuckles on his window had him jumping in his seat. He saw Sam, looking all kinds of sexy in tight, faded jeans and a red Henley, the sleeves pushed up to his elbows, showing the corded muscles in his forearms. Graham hoped he wasn’t drooling.
Sam opened the door and Graham slid out, leaning back against the car.
Sam closed the doo
