The man I had dinner with was Elias Reed, the son of one of Marcus’s friends.He owned the bookstore next to my dessert shop. Before we met, he had already helped me contact a paper conservator and offered to redesign the shop’s menu.At the restaurant, Elias handed me the menu.“Is there anything you don’t eat?”“Cilantro.”He nodded and asked the server to leave cilantro out of every dish.The request was so simple, yet it caught me off guard.After dinner, Elias walked me back to the shop beneath his umbrella. Rowan was standing under the awning, still holding the number he had taken earlier that day. Rain had soaked through the paper, softening its edges.When he saw us together, his gaze settled on the hand Elias held above me.“Who is he?”Elias closed the umbrella.“Questions about the owner’s private life aren’t something a customer is entitled to ask.”Rowan ignored him and looked at me.“You had dinner with him?”“Yes.”“We haven’t settled things between us.”“We have.”“I ne
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