Hali’s POV
The man cooks, of course he does because how else could he possibly be more perfect? And he’s a goddamn military man! He’s saved people, those muscles I can make out through his shirt, aren’t from just the gym, they came from protecting our country.
I pick up my knife and fork as Gage walks back to the refrigerator, pulling it open and turning back to me.
‘Wine or beer?’ he asks, ‘or I have some soda if you prefer.’
I shake my head, ‘beer is fine’ I tell him, watching as he pulls two beers out and heads back to me, placing one by his plate before wrapping his shirt around the cap of the other and twisting it off.
Sitting it on the table, he takes his seat, opening his own bottle before picking up his cutlery and cutting into the steak.
Following his lead, I slice through t
