Chapter 91

He led me away to my truck. Looking at the car pained me now. I remembered the hours and hours Dad and I spent working on the truck in the garage. I could almost smell the lilies he was always put on the dash to combat the smell of engine oil. I watched the world zip by as Tristan drove. About twenty minutes later he was pulling into a parking lot. "Where are we?" "A pancake place," he answered. I looked at him as if he were crazy. "It's two in the afternoon." He smiled. "Pancakes are a comfort food. I think you could use a little of that right now. Am I right?" I gave him watery laugh and nodded. He got out and opened my door for me like a true gentleman. We stuck out like a sore thumb in the restaurant. Everyone looked at us like we didn't belong. I didn't blame them, Tristan still wore his suit and I was still in my formal black dress for the funeral. Yet here we were in the middle of a pancake place at two in afternoo