Chapter Eight
The diner was hopping with the early breakfast crowd as he followed Marcus, who turned to him, gestured, and said, “Coffee?”
He just shook his head, wondering why Marcus hadn’t noticed yet that Brady never drank coffee. He was more into juice, orange or grapefruit. Even Cassie had figured out that quirk.
He looked around at the breakfast the diner was serving everyone. Normally, he’d be starving, but maybe it was his worry for Cassie that made him think he couldn’t eat a thing. The only thing he wanted was to find her.
He searched the diner, expecting to see her come out of the back room as he stared at the swinging door. Marcus was still standing there, right in front of him, waiting for Lori, who was carrying two plates. She gestured to Marcus with her chin. Owen’s ex-g
