At the restaurant, Nova sat adjusting her black jersey wiggle dress and leather blazer jacket.

"You seem nervous." Becket sat quietly watching her.

She hadn't sat still all evening and barely made eye contact. "I'm fine." She said abruptly, shifting once more.

"You look beautiful tonight. I just wish I could see that pretty smile to go with it." Becket tilted his head to get her to look at him. He tried to make her feel better but nothing seemed to work.

"I'm sorry. Liam upset me. I'm trying to get a hold of myself. I just got a little - upset. So, you said you might let me wrestle...