Cooper
“You didn’t have to do all this, you know,” Corinne murmured as the white-coated waiter stepped away after pushing in her chair. “When you said you wanted to feed me because I stayed at work late, I thought you meant . . . you know, pizza or something. This is a little much for an hour of overtime.”
As she eyed me speculatively, I kept my poker face firmly in place.
“I was craving an amazing steak,” I said with a shrug as I turned my attention to the wine list. But that was just a cover. After the progress we’d made over the weekend at the charity event, I wasn’t about to send myself sliding back down the slippery slope of rejection by pushing too hard.
That said? The idea of a night without her sucked the big one. For a guy who had been sure he’d been in love before, what I fel
