Chapter Twelve

Emma

“Finish your meal,” Rett said, nodding toward my plate.

After my interesting and erotic awakening, the midday meal we shared was the polar opposite. Tension bred from unfamiliarity settled around us, stealing our words and my appetite. More than once, one of us would begin to speak, only to stop when met with the other’s stare. While I wasn’t convinced I’d made the right decision in accepting what Rett claimed was fate, I had made a few observations. Based on the empirical evidence, I had no question that Rett and I could enjoy physical compatibility. My uncertainty hinged on the nagging concern that intimacy may be our only common ground.

As I pushed the food around my large bowl, I had the odd feeling that is associated with a blind date gone wrong or perhaps a misguided match from an online dating app. “Tell me something about you,” I said in an effort to facilitate a conversation and perhaps to find shared interests.