Finally, one day when we were at the coffee shop Pete asked me directly. His daughter, Mandy was with her grandparents for the weekend.
"Katherine, I'd really like to take you to dinner. Just us, like an actual date."
I hesitated. Should I try to give him a real chance?
"I don't know if I'm ready-"
"It's just dinner. See, no pressure. I'd really like to get to know you better without a six-year-old interrupting every five minutes."
I laughed despite myself. "She is enthusiastic."
"That's one word for it." He was looking at me hopefully. "So, dinner?"
Against my better judgment, I found myself agreeing. "Okay. Dinner."
His smile was genuine, and he felt relieved. "Saturday? I know a great Italian place."
"Saturday works."
After he left, I wondered what I just agreed to.
Saturday arrived, and I was getting ready.
I stood in front of my closet trying to decide what to wear.
My hand landed on the green dress. The one Tony bought me, the one he had loved.
