Audrey
I pushed the plate back with a satisfied sigh, my belly full of rich steak and the tang of gin and tonic. My gaze swept over to Edwin, who had finished eating as well and was now draining the last dregs of his whiskey.
A blush instantly crept across my face. I quickly grabbed my bag, rifling around for some cash.
“Here,” I said, handing him the wad of bills. “For tonight.”
Edwin eyed the cash, then eyed me, and pursed his lips. “It’s fine. I’m not taking your money.”
“But—”
“I said I’m not taking your money, Audrey.”
My face turned an even deeper shade of crimson as I slipped the money back into my bag. “Oh. Well… Thank you,” I managed, standing. Now that a little time had passed, I realized that I had commandeered what was clearly meant to be a solitary
