Locke slides into the booth first and immediately pulls me down beside him rather than letting me sit across from him.
The waitress brings over coffee for Locke and a steaming cup of herbal tea for me, alongside a plate of buttered toast, eggs, and fruit.
"You feeling okay?" Locke asks, his hand immediately coming to rest on my thigh under the table, his thumb tracing slow, soothing circles against the denim of my jeans. "Not tired or dizzy?"
"I feel great," I assure him, taking a sip of the warm tea. "Honestly. The fresh air on the way in helped."
"Good." He relaxed a fraction, reaching for his coffee. "Evelyn’s excited. She’s been baking since yesterday."
"She didn't have to go to any trouble," I say softly, feeling a flutter of heat in my chest. "I’m just really looking forward to
