Chapter Forty Eight

TESSA

The waiter placed the plates in front of us and served the wine before leaving us to our meals.

“So is this the date you talked about?” I asked, cutting the ravioli into half. Vaughn had called, asking to get lunch together. Obviously I agreed. And there we were, getting food at a really nice Italian place.

“No.” He smiled into his glass of wine. “This is just lunch, you know where people