As soon as they stepped into the restaurant, they instantly drew attention. Why here? she thought and eyed him suspiciously as they were led to a secluded corner booth covered in soft velvet which somehow gave them a cocoon of privacy.
But Richard looked completely at ease as he slid into his seat across from her.
Once seated, he reached over, as if it was the next natural thing to do and placed his hand lightly over hers before the waiter returned with the menus. "Relax, sweetheart. I told you—I'm starving."
She rolled her eyes but didn't pull away.
They had barely started on their main courses when a movement not far from where they were seated caught her attention.
What was George Summers doing here again? Was he trailing her?
But It wasn't just his sudden appearance that surprised Shantel, rather, it was the glaring fact that he was now a shadow of himself—there was no booming laugh, no smug swagger or the usual entourage at his heels.
