Page 25 of The Getaway

Maybe Connor was right. I do need to get out more.

“You waiting on someone?” the guy next to me asks, pulling me from my spiral. I check around both of us to see if he was talking to someone else, but when I finally look at him, his focus is fully on me.

Swallowing thickly, I nod. “Uh… yeah. I have a date.”

The man smiles brightly, causing recognition to nag at the back of my mind, but I shrug it off.

“You?” I question, unsure of what else to say. The guy’s smile softens, his face relaxing at whatever—or whoever—he’s thinking of and glances over his shoulder toward the door.

“Yeah. My fiancée and I have a dinner reservation at the restaurant across the path. Breezeways, I think, is the name.”

“Oh yeah, that’s where we’re eating too.”

“Great minds think alike with that reservation making!” he says, holding his glass up toward me. Clearing my throat, I drop my eyes to the cup in my hands and shift in my seat.

“Uh, my date actually made the plans.”

Shit, should I have offered to make different plans?

When Bri asked if I wanted to have dinner with her, I was so focused on seeing her again that I didn’t question where she told me to meet her.

The guy shrugs and stays silent, but I can feel him watching me.

“Wait…” When he doesn’t continue right away, I turn to him. “Your date?” he questions.

“What about her?” I can’t help but sit straighter, not sure where his line of questioning is going. His eyes are wide, and it almost seems like he’s fighting back a smile.

“Did you come on vacation with her? Or do you mean like… you just met her… here.”

“I met her at this bar last night. We’re both here alone.” I don’t know why I feel the need to clarify that we’re both single, considering I don’t know this dude and don’t actually owe him any answers.

“Dude. Now that’s gonna be an awesome story to tell the kids.”

I practically choke on my beer.

“What?” I cough out.

“Sorry, sorry. It’s the wedding planning.” He shrugs, passing me a napkin. “My fiancée and I were talking about the future and all that and last night she realized one day we’ll have to tell our kids about the night we met.”

He stares forward, lost in a memory and the pure happiness on his face has me asking,

“How’d you guys meet?”

The guy flashes me a wide smile before flicking his watch and checking the time, making me check it too.

“You got time for another?” he asks, dipping his chin to my now empty glass.

“Yeah, I still have another thirty minutes before my date will be here.”

“Same.”

After he places an order for our refills, he turns back to me with his hand extended.

“I’m Dominik.”

“Noah.”

As I offer him my hand, his name and looks click together, and I finally realize why he looks familiar.

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