98 Millie

I sit down, and he takes his spot across from me.

He looks at me for a long moment before he let out a long breath.

“You take my breath away, Millie Thomas.”

There goes my own breath. That is as real and as perfect as

it gets.

“Is this one of those times?”

“Yes.”

Clearing my throat, I lean my elbows on the table and rest my head

on my hands. “That’s a good start. Keep going.”

He smiles then his eyes slowly drops to my boobs.

‘Finally!’ I thought.

“I thought I told you to cover yourself up, head to toe.”

“And I listened to you,” I agree easily. “I wore my coat, my scarf, my

gloves, my beret. I wore everything I could wear.”

“Nice try,” he counter, shaking his head. “It’s freezing out there, you’re going to get sick.”

“I won’t. It’s all cozy and warm and perfect in here.”

A kid who barely looks sixteen drops off our menus, cutting into

our conversation.

I drop my elbows from the table and start checking out the options.

The kid next to us is chattering away and making