Chapter 8
“Why here?” Kari felt as if she was crouching under the umbrella in order to disappear rather than merely to stay out of the rain. And she never should have let Tammy talk her into heels; she had to clutch Richard’s arm to not go down on the wet cobblestones of Pike Place Market. Or had that too been Tammy’s plan.
Oh no!
“Wait, don’t tell me. Your daughter said something like, ‘Tammy told me about this amazing Italian restaurant named Angelo’s’.”
Richard’s laugh was warm and welcoming, deep enough she could feel it rumbling about under the umbrella they crowded close to share. “I believe that’s a direct quote. Why?”
Kari sighed and indicated for him to open the restaurant door, “It’s a long story. I’ll tell you over dinner.”
They stepped in and Graziella greeted them, “Ciao
