BOOK TWO: TRACKING YOU
Gabby Cosette smoothed her hand down the simple baby blue sundress she meticulously picked out for this evening and tried not to look too eager. Or throw up. That wouldn't do either.
From a back booth, she glanced around the only Italian restaurant in Redwood Ridge, comforted by the fact it was still early yet for the dinner rush. The place was a good choice. Right? Not as casual as Shooters-the bar she and her friends frequented-but not as formal as one of the seafood restaurants that dotted their Oregon coastal town. A step above grabbing coffee or a beer, yet it didn't scream desperation.
Was a booth in the back too obvious? Had she overdone it with her makeup? Maybe she should've put her hair up instead of down?
No, no. She went for light and natural on purpo
