Okay. I asked to see her again. Was that the worst move in the world? Gianna evidently thought so, as she ran out of the restaurant quicker than a horse out of the racing blocks. Perhaps it was too soon? I am so s**t at this. So out of practice. And this time, it had cost me. Because I was now alone. I messed up...
‘No s**t, Sherlock.’ My wolf, Echo, very unhelpfully piped up. As I stood to go and pay the waiter, who I was damn sure had one hell of an irritating smirk upon that annoying face of his. What frustrated me more was Gianna had thrown money down for her meal. I asked her to join me. Did that not indicate I was paying? I did not expect her to give me money for the meal, and the fact that she felt she should made me unsettled.
‘Well, consider it an excuse to see her again, and
