What am I doing? Mirabelle thought with a shake of her head. She looked up and stared at Theodore. He hadn’t returned to his seat despite her abrupt request to stay. Instead, he looked down at her with confusion. But she could see the irritation too.
Who could blame him? One moment she had been doing all she could to get him to forego the dinner and leave. Then the next, she was asking him to stay. Just then, Mirabelle heard her phone chime in her purse, but she didn’t reach for it. She knew it had to be a text message from Morris asking if she was okay.
Of course, Morris had come with her to the restaurant. It was part of the reason why she had been early. Morris had insisted they arrive before time so he could ensure all was well and he could find a table out of sight but with a perfe
