A knot of worry tightened in Hunter's chest when he glanced at his watch as the clock inched closer to their dinner reservation time.
He had decided to have dinner with Delilah after the close of work instead of going home first.
He had sent her the reservation details but Delilah hadn't responded to his calls or texts all afternoon, and now, with closing time just minutes away, his anxiety grew.
He picked up his phone again, scrolling through their recent messages, hoping to see a new one from her. But there was nothing.
He dialed her number again, listening as the phone rang. No answer. Hunter's stomach twisted with unease. Delilah was usually good at responding, even if she was busy. Something wasn't right.
