CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Dinner at Pacifica was a hundred times better than Caleb expected. It wasn’t the mouthwatering Northwest cuisine from the award-winning chef or the all-star service from the waiter dressed in black. It wasn’t the romantic atmosphere with flickering votive candles and fresh flowers atop a linen-covered table for two. It was the woman sitting across from him who made the night memorable.
He squeezed Becca’s hand. “Have I told you how stunning you look tonight?”
Her smile meant only for him added a foot to his height. “About ten times. But I don’t mind.”
“I’ll keep saying it, then.” She wore a one-shoulder floral dress with a tantalizing asymmetrical hem. The heels of her strappy sandals accentuated her long legs. She’d glossed her lips and put on makeup. “You’re the most
