I moved back toward the entrance and stood near a big plant where I could see them, but they couldn’t see me.
My hands were shaking. I dug my nails into my palms to keep myself from falling apart.
A few minutes later, the waitress walked to their table with a small chocolate dessert and two spoons.
“Compliments of a young lady near the door,” she said. “She wanted you to have this and asked me to give you this note.”
She set the folded slip down.
Tessa lit up. “Oh my God, that’s so cute,” she said.
Mark chuckled. “We have fans, apparently.”
Tessa frowned. “What? What does it say?”
He opened the note.
I watched his face drain of color. His jaw tightened. His eyes flicked up and started scanning the room.
