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She looked back at her salad. “They’re just pictures, Lucas. Anyone can take them.”

“One, you’re not anyone. And two, not true.”

“They seem to be okay.”

“Good.”

She nodded.

Halfway through dinner, I caught sight of something a tad familiar over Abbie’s shoulder. I cringed, praying against hope Abbie wouldn’t turn. I went back to my food with renewed gusto. Maybe we could eat quickly, and I’d take her somewhere special for dessert. If not, we’d stop by the grocery store for ice cream and make our own giant sundaes.

Abbie reached for her refilled wine glass. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing.”

“Don’t lie…when you lie, your face starts to turn red.”

“It’s called a sunburn, not enough sunscreen on my face, that’s all. Lesson learned, I’ll slather it on tomorrow.” I stabbed a fry with my fork. “How’s your steak?”

“Great…” she trailed off, glancing at me. Then she realized my gaze had drifted over her shoulder. She turned her head slightly, and I knew the moment she’d seen what I’d seen.

Standing in the doorway with a man was Dominique in a black and white sundress. She hadn’t seemed to have seen us yet, and I was praying against hope she wouldn’t.

Abbie turned to me, a frozen expression on her face. “Well…”

“What a coincidence.”

“Isn’t it just.” She downed a gulp of her wine, then looked at her plate. It was half full. She set down her napkin. “I don’t think I’m hungry anymore.”

“Abbie…”

“No, I’m serious, Lucas.”

I sighed. Suddenly, I was losing my appetite, too. “Okay, I’ll get the waiter to box this up. I’ll pay our check and get out of here. We can go to the square, look at the tree, walk around for awhile…catch the fireworks…”

“No, I just want to go home.” Her voice faltered for almost half a second, and she looked at her plate. “Don’t bother getting mine boxed.”

“Abs…”

The waiter had to have had a special sixth sense as he approached. “How is everything?”

That was the second time he’d asked.

“Could we take the rest home?” I said. “And I’ll take the check.”

“Of course.” He picked up our plates.

Abbie reached for her purse. “I need some air…”

I caught a black and white sundress nearing. How worse could things get? I think we were about to find out.

“Abbie, Lucas…” Dominique stopped at our table, her hand resting casually on the back of my chair. She moved closer, out of the way of a couple passing by our table. “What a surprise to see you here. Did you have a good afternoon? Not too much sun?”

“Hit the beach. It was great,” Abbie said, glancing at her. “What a surprise to seeyouhere.”

“Dinner out. I ran some errands after I left you two.” She glanced with a smile at a man walking towards us, and I realized he’d been standing beside her at the maître d’ stand.

“You’ve eaten?” She looked at us and the space our plates had just vacated.

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