“Just talk? You said you had an offer.”
She shrugged negligently and he knew she was gone.
He wished to god he knew why.
He did his best to focus back on the service, managed to get the mahi-mahi with the right sauce and vegetables, even if it was on the wrong type of plate. He didn’t change it and she didn’t say a word before dressing it with a truffle oil finish.
All Sam knew was that there was small box in his pocket that had been burning a hole there for two days since he’d picked up the ring. And his plans to give it to her tonight, when they’d have the next two days off to celebrate, had just been burned past recognition.
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Luisa hadn’t been prepared for her own pain when Sam had shut her out. Not that she could blame him; it had been one of her least smooth exits in history.
