Mason watched Sarah walk toward her car, her shoulders hunched against the rain. He assumed the night was over, that she would drive home and they would deal with this awkward situation later. He turned to go back into the restaurant, already thinking about how to explain his absence to his dinner companion.
Then he heard someone shout: "Sarah!"
Mason froze and turned around. A tall man was jogging toward Sarah, his expensive suit jacket already coming off his shoulders. The man looked worried, his face focused entirely on Sarah.
"You're cold," the man said softly as he reached her, immediately wrapping his suit jacket around her shoulders. "You always turn red when you're freezing."
Mason felt something cold and sharp twist in his chest. Who the hell was this man? And how did he know Sarah well enough to recognize her habits? Wasn't that the same one who was singing with her?
