She held her breath, regret and embarrassment already beginning to raise their heads, when her phone vibrated with a new message.
Luke:
I know. I have your number, April.
He did? Since when?
Luke:
Wednesday? 7 pm at The Garden Table?
God, was she really going to do this? Accept a pity date with Luke Pointer? She hesitated long enough for him to send another message and heat flushed her cheeks as she took it in.
Luke:
Don’t worry, I don’t bite. Much. ;)
April:
Keep your mouth to yourself. Wednesday at 7 works.
Luke:
See you then.
What the hell had she just done?