“Ri,” Easton breathed out from across the table at their favorite restaurant.
Riley had declined a second reservation to Cipriani tonight. He didn’t want to mar the memory of that beautiful place while anger spewed out of every pore of his body. All the hostility was aimed at the i***t frowning at him. Let him pout. Riley had every right to freeze him out. It had been a week since the picnic, and he’d only agreed to go out tonight after six days of radio silence because he didn’t back out on his word. He’d promised they would try this dating thing for a month and here they were, trying this dating thing.
He stabbed at the perfect piece of rib-eye steak on his plate with a fork, imagining it as Alicia’s ugly head, and concentrated on cutting out a symmetrical cube. So what if it was a H
