Dinner was Mark’s idea. “Least I can do after dragging you around all afternoon,” he said, holding the door of a dimly lit Italian bistro open for her. Sophie hesitated, then stepped inside. One meal. Still professional. They ordered. Spaghetti Amatriciana Pasta for her, steak for him, and for a while, they talked about the…...
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