RYDER
Slowly reaching for the wine glass, I took a sip, my gaze still trained on Liora, who seemed to be playing with her food.
Either she wasn’t hungry, or something was bothering her.
She had barely touched her plate since we sat down. Every now and then, she’d push the food around with her fork, only to stare blankly at it before taking another sip of water.
“What did you have for breakfast?”
Lifting her head, she blinked rapidly at me. “What?”
“Breakfast,” I deadpanned, pushing my plate aside and resting my elbow on the table. “What did you have for breakfast?”
“Cookies and a cup of coffee.”
My eyes narrowed slowly.
“With who?” I wasn’t with Kane this morning, and if I found out he was the reason for her foul mood, he would be without his lower set of teeth.
Averting her gaze
