CHAPTER EIGHT
THE NIGHT BREEZE caressed her face, pulling lightly at her hair as she stepped out of her car. She stared up at the front of the rustic-looking restaurant as if she could see through the walls and the crowd of people to the man she knew was waiting for her. The Oasis was one of those seafood restaurants with an outside bar that had popped up all along the river’s edge, offering live music, expensive drinks, and great food all while overlooking the Indian River. It attracted a wide variety of patrons, but all had a love for the water, and relished the scent of the river as the wind carried it up to the diners. Nikki ate here on occasion, usually with friends, having drinks and listening to whichever band was playing that night. The evenings were spent in carefree conversation
