Chapter 12Hogan had been bemused by the instruction. So far, he’d been the one to set their plans, showing Maria a new Seattle, the one beyond her normal haunts of Pike Place Market and Pioneer Square. He’d been thinking to take her for drinks and dinner at the Space Needle; the food was good, but the view was spectacular. Or maybe up to the St. James Cathedral for a performance of Handel’s Messiah. It wasn’t St. Patty’s in New York, but it was still pretty spectacular.
This time, she’d sent him a simple text. “Waterfront Park. Seven p.m.”
So, here he sat on a park bench staring across the water at the site of their first date, the Seattle Great Wheel. Tonight it was lit like a red and green pinwheel, a giant swirling disk against the night sky.
It had been a week since he’d told Maria
