Gage waved to Olympia and turned to follow Sheryl down the hall. “I just hadn’t heard from you.”
“I was talking to my sister,” Sheryl said. “I literally just got your text. Yes, I’m hungry. We can go to lunch.”
Gage had a hard time keeping up with her, that blonde ponytail swaying violently as she marched away from him. So she was angry. Well, so was he. He jogged the last few steps to the door that led back down to the lower level of the inn, where her office was.
“Ricky is down there.” He put his palm on the door so she couldn’t pull it open. Her eyes finally looked up and into his, but she didn’t look like the scared rabbit she’d been last night.
“Well, let’s go see what he wants,” she said.
Surprise arched his eyebrows. “Is that what you want to do?”
“You’re the one who said I ca
