Her Last Name, His Claim

hole blissful, glorious week. Not a single

brary, maybe the apology was real. Maybe Enzo had finall

as it possible that I hadn't seen him around town, even though he

a nice

window, brushing my ha

, he wanted us to try out a new place that just opened. N

someone who didn't make my heart feel like it was always running a

a good night. No tension, no secret, no dark haired, suit

t lighting, jazz playing low in the background and cute little lights on each table. In that

nd across the table, brushing

esn't it?" he s

us. And this place is so beautiful. I

arden vibe they've got going on," he replied, s

the universe in t

it w

ngs. How was he still using the same perfume after all these years? It's strange how a memory can hit you out of nowhere, just because of a perfume. How

ced by another night, another table, his hand coverin

mposed, smirking, walking

like he just stepped out of a Vogue magazine, moving like he owne

athan follo

le

a," he said smoothly, his voice deep enough to draw glances

cou

restaurants

ot to show how much I wanted to kick him in the nuts right n

d, a hint of amus

one of us fin

hand to him. "Hi, I'm Nath

it passed so fast I couldn't tell what it was. Then he smiled, s

so faraway, as if the entire restaurant pau

d be a prefect time for the ground to open up so I could disa

rude," he said. " I just saw my wife across the room and she looked stunnin

to go there, he was

e on a date and would like to be a

gone. "Enjoy dinner with your frie

h, halfway to the VIP s

, "I'm just having a business dinner with those two gen

nked, actu

ly, like he hadn't j

ty glass of wine. When he finally spok

x is En

ike I'd just been caught doing something wro

tries?" His voice rose. "And you did

as your ex," he went on.

please. I

wife and you didn't even flinch. He clearly has no intention of s

ied shakily. "I did

t. "Feel like I'm being toyed with by som

led it back. The rejection hurt so

't want him to be part of my life any

st saw, he's not signing those papers anytime soon. He's

doesn't matter. He just... enjoys

he's doing a

ut of our lives for good, I promise. Let'

ike he didn't believe

at his table, leaning back, toying with his wineglass and looking

s slightly, like a toast, I

one wa

won thi