The next afternoon, Damon parked his car in front of the little café his mother had picked for lunch. He sat still for a moment, looking out through the windshield.
The day was bright and warm, and people were walking by with shopping bags and ice creams. It felt almost too normal for something as awkward as meeting his mother's soon-to-be husband.
He glanced over at Jessica sitting in the passenger seat. He had picked her from Delilah's place. She wore a short soft blue sleeveless halter neck sundress and big sunglasses. She was watching him with a little smile.
"You look like you're about to walk into a courtroom," she teased.
He sighed. "Feels like it."
She reached over and took his hand, her palm warm and small against his. "It's not a big deal. I'm sure you'll like him."
"Do you know anything about him? Anything helpful?" He asked, and she smiled.
