Chapter Four
Rizzo worked two regular, legal contracts, then decided to finally agree to go out with Blake for brunch on a Sunday. How dangerous could that be, right? A cute sundress, flats, hair in a pony tail and her favorite Tom Ford tote that could hold a tablet, phone, and enough clothes for a weekend – if she so desired.
They met at Dottie’s Diner, a retro silver rail car with red vinyl booths and stools at the counter. Rizzo got there first and chose the last booth against the windows, her back to the wall so she could keep an eye on the room. It would also make Blake uncomfortable because he’d want to sit with his back to the wall like he did at Santana’s, but she got first dibs. Keeping him a little off-kilter was to her benefit anyway. Or so she told herself.
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