The warmth of his touch sent pleasant shivers up my spine. After everything we'd been through—the failed engagement ceremony, Grace's k********g, Connor's injury—these small moments of normalcy felt precious.
My stomach growled audibly, and Connor laughed. "Someone's hungry."
I blushed. "I barely had time for breakfast this morning before rushing to Moonlaw. The case files are piling up."
We reached the entrance of the restaurant, an old establishment both of us had frequented since childhood. Despite its unassuming exterior, it was one of Riverdale's finest dining spots, and the line of waiting patrons stretched down the block.
Thankfully, I'd had the foresight to reserve a private room. I pulled out my phone to scan the QR code at the entrance, eager to follow the host inside and
