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Oliver nodded.“I want some good years.I really want to see what they will feel like.”He wanted more than darkness.
He wanted Lark.Once more, he faced the door.He opened it.Started to step out—
“Good luck,” Colby said quietly.
Chapter Nineteen
There were lots of important moments in life.Each of those moments left a mark on you.Kinda like a scar on the inside.But a good scar.
Some people thought scars were bad.Ugly.
It was really all about perspective.Scars shaped you.Changed you.Reminded you of mistakes that you couldn’t make again.
I won’t make another mistake with her.I can’t.
Oliver sat at the table in the posh restaurant and watched Lark walk toward him.She wore a black dress.Pearl earrings.A delicate pearl necklace around her throat.
A white rope, tightening around her neck…
His breath shuddered out.With an effort, he banished that image from his head.Lark was safe.She was alive.
She was also almost at the table.He hurried to stand.His mom would have been appalled at him for not standing sooner.
Lark smiled at him.“Sorry I’m late.Signing the contract for the new shop took longer than I expected.”
Because she was going to open her business again.Get her life back again.
Will she let me be part of that life?
The waiter pulled out her chair.She sat down, all elegance and grace.Oliver sort of fell into his chair.
A frown pulled at her brows.“Oliver?”
“Bring us your best bottle of wine, would you?”he asked the waiter.Then Oliver paused because those words felt familiar.
The whole scene is familiar.Different restaurant.Same woman.Same beautiful woman.
Only in the first scene, her heart had been broken at the end of their meeting.Something she might still not understand?So had his.
“Of course, sir.Be right back.”The waiter vanished.
Lark glanced around.He’d picked the restaurant deliberately.Quiet.Dark.No reporters.No true-crime fans hungry to hear more of Lark and Lane’s story.Lane had been inundated since his release.The guy had headed out of town for a bit…with Memphis.
Like that wasn’t trouble waiting to happen.But trouble for another day.
Lark’s green stare came back to him.“You seem…extra intense.”
Oh, he was.
“Is something wrong?”
He hoped things might finally be right.Her brother was free.The case was no longer between them.Lark might… “Do you still hate me?”
Her long lashes lowered.The flame from the candle on their table danced.Its light flickered and bobbed.“I thought we covered this,” Lark said.
“I’m very sorry about your brother.”He needed these words spoken.“You never lost faith in him.”
Her lashes lifted.Her hands were in her lap.“You think I didn’t wonder?In the deepest, darkest part of me, you think I wasn’t afraid?”
