They finished, and were debating desserts and whether to have them, when Michael saw Reid look past him at someone behind him—he presumed. Michael started to turn his head to see who had caught Reid’s attention when a man stopped next to the table.
“I don’t know if you remember me,” the man said to Michael. “I came by your shop, maybe two months ago.”
“I can’t say that I do. Sorry.” If there was one thing Michael had learned in prison, it was to keep his feelings from showing. He did recognize the man, and it had nothing to do with the shop. He schooled his expression to show only casual interest in the man’s words. “Maybe if you tell me what kind of costume you were looking for, it would refresh my memory.”
“I was only browsing.” The man shrugged. “I didn’t mean to bother you while you
