“Welcome to Mario’s Italian Pizzeria!” a chipper Asian waitress said. Her nametag read TALON. “Two for dinner tonight?”

“Yes, please,” Dan replied, holding Angela’s hand. After he helped her out of his truck, he hadn’t let go of her hand… and she hadn’t been eager to pull away.

Talon took two menus from the box on the side of the hostess stand and smiled. “Right this way!”

A thrill went through Angela’s body as Dan placed his hand gently on the small of her back. She wasn’t used to being around gentlemen or men who saw her as a lady. For that matter, she hadn’t gone out with anyone in...