for me,” Leah said, unable to suppress a satisfied smirk. Based on the look on Sunny’s face, she wasn’t used to being anything other than the center of attention from male patrons.
It was probably just the smart girl in her that wanted to prove brains could be beautiful. She’d been gawky and awkward in high school and losing her friend made her want to disappear even more. Leah’s mother used to tell her that she could’ve been beautiful if she’d put in the effort. Even a successful businesswoman could prize looks over substance, Leah had realized.
Wow, what had her examining her past like this out of the blue? There was something about the Jillian Mitchell case that hit too close to home.
Leah pretended to focus on the menu but she was really lost in her own thoughts, ever aware of the strong male presence sitting across from her. She was surprised to find him staring at her when she looked up.
“Everything’s good here. It’s all farm to table,” she said, trying to detract attention away from the blush crawling up her neck.
“Wrong foot. Wrong MO,” he suddenly said to her.
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