Page 78 of Sizzling Nights

The meeting was productive, they spoke about their respective PTSD attacks, how they personally handled them, and what they'd need from the other for support when having an attack. The nice thing is they both understood the affliction.

On the way home, Marco stopped at the Sandbar. "I'd like to have a light lunch here if you don't mind."

She chuckled. "On your day off you want to go to work?"

"Yes, please. Are you scared?"

"No, not really."

"Okay. We don't have to linger, just order something for lunch and eat. We can leave right away if you feel exposed."

She grinned. "I'm not afraid to tell you when I need to leave."

He nodded and exited the vehicle. They entered the Sandbar together. The crowd was light, it was two in the afternoon, so lunch was over. One of the new servers, Gavin, greeted them at the door.

"Hey, Marco. Nice to see you."

"Hi, Gavin. This is Theresa."

"Nice to meet you, Theresa. Boy everyone here sure misses you."

Theresa smiled. "Thank you. It's nice to meet you."

Margo came from the office and hugged Theresa. "It's so good to see you."

Theresa hugged Margo in return. "It's good to see you too, Margo. How is everything going?"

"Not as smooth without you here, believe me. But we're managing."

Theresa smiled. "Aww, thank you."

Gavin pulled two menus from the rack on the side of the receptionist stand and asked, "Would you like to eat outside or inside?"

He grinned. "Outside, please. Actually, upstairs."

"It's the best place to eat here."

Margo smiled as they followed Gavin upstairs. He held his hand at the small of Theresa's back as they ascended the stairs, his heart was full and he was so damned excited for this next chapter in their lives.

Gavin seated them at the middle table on the upper deck. It faced the water and the view was incredible. He laid the menus on the table and asked, "Can I get you something to drink?"

Marco looked at Theresa and grinned. "Order what you want."

"I'd like a glass of wine, please. A Moscato."

"Excellent. And for you, Marco?"

"I'll have a beer please."

Gavin nodded and walked away.

Theresa stared out at the water, her posture was relaxed and her smile was radiant. "All the time I worked here, I never got to enjoy a meal up here with this view."

"I know what you mean. It's something special up here. Jace had a vision and he's done well with it."

"Yeah."

Marco reached into his pocket and pulled a little package from inside. It was wrapped in pink tissue paper and he'd carried it for the past two days waiting for the right time.

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