Chapter 19

• Trent
• Dinner was the wrong move. Fancy French restaurants aren’t our thing. At least it wasn’t. Maybe Julia has changed. It’s possible she’s even changed so much this won’t interest her anymore. But if she’s the girl I fell in love with all those years ago, then this is what a good time looks like.
• Tonight I’m wearing the only outfit I have. Faded jeans, favorite boots, plain white t-shirt. Julia keeps staring at my arms in the car, enamored—I think—with the sight of my tattoos. I’m driving, since this is a surprise, so I can’t look at her the way I’d like.