Payton
Sitting down at the two-person dinner table was awkward, given what I had just done with Trent. George's eyes never left mine, gazing at me with intensity and warning. George had one of his men make a delicious sirloin steak cooked to a perfect medium rare with asparagus drizzled in lime. The steak was cook to perfection and left my mouth watering with each bite. For the past week, George had been feeding me the best-cooked meals I have had, only after I would be left to clean up the mess.
“Good?” George asked.
Instead of coming out and speaking to him, I shook my head while taking another bite. He got up from the table, placing his dish in the sink. I
