Chapter 28 Betrothed To The Alpha King

• I try not to think about that as the maître d’ leads me through the dimly lit main floor, to a round banquette of soft ivory leather. Ashton waits there, his coppery hair combed back and brushing the collar of his expensive suit jacket. He rises with a broad smile, takes my hands and kisses my cheek. “I almost gave up on you.”
• I wish you would. I physically bite my tongue to keep from saying it. “I’m sorry. I got turned around on the way here.”
• He frowns as we slide into our seats. “You drove yourself?”