Anastacia’s tone turned dismissive. “He’s very prestigious, so meeting him isn’t convenient. But tonight, he’s taking me to the newly opened French restaurant for dinner. Just check my feed later; I’ll post everything there.”
Her words lingered in my mind as I made my way to the garage, where Killian was waiting in the car.
He greeted me with his trademark charming smile. “Ready for dinner, honey?”
I slid into the seat beside him. “Do you have work tonight?”
He shook his head, looking almost offended. “Of course not! I missed our anniversary, and I’m not letting work ruin this evening too. I cleared my entire schedule just to enjoy this meal with you.”
Halfway through the drive, however, Killian abruptly asked the driver to pull over.
“Honey, I’m so sorry,” he began, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “The branch manager just messaged me—there’s an urgent matter I have to handle. I’m afraid dinner will have to wait.”
I forced a smile, keeping my tone light. “I understand. Work comes first. I won’t eat without you.”
Relief washed over his face as he smiled back. “You’re the best, honey. I knew you’d understand.”