Spring looked around the place then settled her attention back on Dez. His face was alight with interest as he stared at her. If she didn't watch herself, she might get lost in those soulful gray eyes of his. "Your friends have a really nice place."

"Well," he began but stopped when the server she'd almost knocked over appeared at their table. "Chris," Dez said, glancing up at the server.

"Dezmond," the server gritted out. He placed a basket of bread, two wine glasses, a glass of water, and a bottle of wine on the table then looked at Spring. His look of boredom was quickly replaced with a winning smile. "Is there anything else I can get you?" he winked. "Anything at all."

Amused, Spring started to tell him that she was fine but Dez answered for her.

"Go away, Chris."

Chris chuckled as he gave her a slight bow then walked off.

"I apologize. Chris can be a bit immature."

"It's not a problem, really." Besides, she found Chris's flirting adorable. He clearly wanted to ruffle Dez's feathers.

"I'm thinking eating here was a mistake." Dez looked over his shoulder.

area where some of the staff were gathered. At least ten employees were talking as they periodically

back to her, his brows furrowed. "I know we just met but what do you say we get this to go? I live

had been a chance meeting like he thought it was, she would never even consider leaving with him. Only, this wasn't a meeting of chance. It was a job and

who cut up women and wear their skin,

that I won't do anything crazy. Snap a pic of that and send

either," Spring admitted.

jogged over to the area where the gathering of employees stood. He

looked it over. She giggled

the world named him

of his license then sent it to Summer with a text saying that she was leaving with Dez. Almost immediately her phone chimed with the tone that signaled she

be serious. Don't go to

nice. Stop

last words. I'm gonna

tell, I

piece of candy on your body, I get

Spring: TTYL

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