Gabe had not been trying to pick a fight with Cinda, but it seemed that his one honest compliment, something he’d meant with full sincerity, had been taken out of context. He didn’t understand that at all. They had been getting along for several days now.
How can a compliment turn into her being mad at him? He frowned after her as she left the dining room, packed up their dinner. Neither had finished their meal now, walked himself down to her office, he’d seen where she had gone.
Wanted to find out what he’d done, he didn’t want this to linger or fester, not when he was trying to be nice, to show her they could get along and was trying to find the right time to ask her out.
Then there it was a shot right at him. Whatever was going on inside her mind right now, it was clear his complime
