Kade picked the restaurant the way he picked everything, with a quiet, unshowy precision that somehow felt more thoughtful than Killian's grand gestures ever had. Small, tucked into a side street I'd never noticed despite walking past it a hundred times, the kind of place that didn't advertise and didn't need to.He was already seated when I arrived, no entourage, no security hovering at the door, just a man in a simple navy sweater who stood the moment he saw me, like some old-fashioned instinct he'd never quite shaken."You came," he said, echoing his mother's words from the pier without realizing it, and the small, involuntary flinch I gave at the phrase made his brow furrow slightly. "Did I say something wrong?""No. Just a strange echo." I sat, smoothing my dress, suddenly aware of how badly I wanted this dinner to be simple, uncomplicated, the way he'd promised. "Sorry. Long few weeks.""The longest," he agreed, and for a moment we just sat there, two people who had been through
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