Page 51 of Somehow You Knew

“Fair enough.” I start to head toward the restaurant, but he tugs me back by the hand. “What are you doing?”

“Holding your hand,” he says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“Why?”

“Because that’s what the letter said to do.” He takes his phone out of his pocket and snaps a picture of our hands clasped together before slipping it back into his jeans.

“Did you need the memory so you don’t forget it happened, or what?”

Gage begins to lead me to the restaurant. “I’m documenting, Hazel. You did read the letters, didn’t you?”

“Yes…”

“Well, I don’t want to take any chances on us missing something. So, we need to take pictures of everything. The last thing I want is to get toour six-month anniversary and find out we didn’t check all the right boxes to get our money, all right?”

“Good point,” I concede. Though, I’m not complaining—I forgot just how much my body enjoys having a man take the lead.

When we make it to the entrance, Gage pulls the door open for me, guiding me through with his hand on the small of my back, making a shiver race down my spine and right to the juncture between my legs.

Dear God. I have a problem.

“Table for two, please,” Gage tells the hostess, who then turns to me.

“Hazel? Oh my gosh, how are you?” Sally steps around the podium, pulling me in for a hug.

“I’m great. How are you?”

Her eyes slide over to Gage and then back to me. “I heard you got married! Is this your husband?”

Plastering on a fake smile, I look up at Gage. “Yup, this is the old ball and chain, Gage.”

He leans forward to shake Sally’s hand. “And the wifey here sure does love being chained up, if you catch my drift.” He flashes her a wink and her cheeks instantly bloom with pink.

I swat at Gage’s chest. “Seriously?”

Sally regains her composure quickly and grabs two menus, leading us to a table near the back.

“That was a bit too far, don’t you think?” I mutter to Gage as we walk through the restaurant.

He shrugs. “Oh, come on. I thought it was funny.”

Sally leaves us the menus and scurries away. Poor thing is probably traumatized for life.

I slide into my side of the booth, still irritated. “Not that it’s any of your business, but I’m actually a fairly adventurous person…sexually, that is.”

Gage’s eyes lift from the table, the intensity of the green hue catching me off guard. “It was just a joke, Hazel.”

“Still. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t make comments like that. They would allude to…”

“Us having sex?” he finishes for me, putting the menu down and smirking at me. “You do realize people already assume that, given that we’re married.”

“True, but—”

“I hate that this is the conversation I chose to interrupt.”

My head snaps up to find Dallas standing there, a look of disgust on his face.

“Well, that was your own fault,” I say dryly.