(The Right Kind of Wrong, Book 3)
SPOILERS FOR THE RIGHT KIND OF WRONG
After years in jail and endless guilt, Hannah Carson has a new shot at life. What will she do when she realizes that nothing is how it was? She has to start over; from having eve...
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Derek
I knew she wasn't okay. She couldn't hide it no matter how hard she tried. But I was going to get her out of the darkness her mind had gone into.
I'd opted to take her out to eat at a restaurant I knew in Philadelphia. She didn't want to go at first, and though I understood, I also knew she hadn't eaten much at all and was starting to get worried about her. She wore a simple black dress that brought out her figure and her hair was down. She looked beautiful but I knew she didn't feel it.
I took her hand in mine, kissing the back of it while I drove. I wanted to numb down her pain, take it away but I couldn't, not when she didn't talk about it. Hannah was the type of person you couldn't push because otherwise she would shut down, not dealing with whatever bothered her.
"We're here," I said when we pulled up to the restaurant. It was one of the nicest ones in the city, but that wasn't the reason I'd brought her here. I wanted to show her just as she'd opened up to me, I'd do the same.
The place hadn't changed at all. Its elegant structure made it one of the most admired building in the state. It was often visited not only because of the food, but also the music played nightly.
Once inside the restaurant we took a seat at our table, listening to the soothing music surrounding us. I didn't miss the way her gaze traveled to the pianist, or the way her lips tilted up as she watched him. A young woman sang, making the atmosphere that much more relaxing. Couples danced in the center, but all her focus was on the white piano. I asked for a glass of wine for her and a simple water for myself while she watched intently, with her face in her hands.
She looked beautiful.
The music ended and she clapped with a smile on her face. However, when she realized the pianist was standing up, she frowned, clearly not liking the fact there wasn't going to be music anymore. Knowing what I needed to do then, I stood up, surprising her.
"I'll be right back, baby."
She nodded, her gaze always going back to the piano. I walked away, just far enough so she couldn't see me and waited.
I sighed, watching how she took a sip of her wine and her feet tapped on the floor. She was anxious and nervous, but I knew exactly what she wanted to do. And finally, she did it. Hannah pushed her chair back and stood, smoothing down her dress as she did so. She glanced around nervously, biting her lip until she built up enough courage and took her first step in the direction of the piano.
