Chapter 43

• Anastasia moved awkwardly, acutely aware of the space between them. His haircut was new, closely cropped at the nape of his neck, and the sight of his tattoo, the ink darker than she remembered, tightened her stomach.
• The scent of his cologne mingled with the pastries, reminding her she'd skipped breakfast. She was hungry, though she wasn't sure for what.
• Approaching the table, Anastasia focused on the surface as she placed his order, inhaling deeply to steady her breathing. "We have beverages to—"