Melanie glanced down at her watch and harrumphed, resisting the urge to tap her fingers against the table. It had been fifteen minutes since her so-called celebratory partner had vanished into the garden below, leaving her to pick at the remnants of their appetizer in solitude.
From the way he had excused himself—quick, almost distracted—she had guessed already that he had spotted someone familiar, someone he couldn't resist catching up with. But was he still looking for that person? Or if he had found the person, shouldn't he have just met them and then returned.
She tapped her fingers againts her phone's screen and thought about calling him, but the thought barely formed before her gaze landed on the device resting beside his half-empty bowl. The wonderful man had left his phone here on the table
Melanie sighed, rolled her shoulders back as she glanced toward the softly lit garden. So much for that option of calling him.
