Chapter 8 - Cora
Cora returned to the back room and sat down.
“There you are!” Gage exclaimed. “I was starting to think you drowned in there.”
“Sorry about that,” Cora replied, looking around. “Thanks for your patience. Where are the menus?”
“No need,” Gage said. “I already ordered for both of us.” His posture was loose and relaxed, but Cora didn't like the way he was looking at her—like a hungry predator in the wild, eyeing a herd of prey to determine the slowest and weakest among them.
“I generally prefer to order for myself, actually.” Cora tried to hide her annoyance. She hated it when men ordered for her on dates as though she didn't have a mind of her own, and she was even more peeved by Gage's presumption.
They'd known each other for about two minutes in a professional capacit
