Ford raised his hand and called the waiter over to order. He had intended to let Riley choose, but she casually handed the responsibility back to him.
"I'll eat whatever. Anything's fine."
Riley had her own little scheme in mind. She figured that once the dishes came out, she'd play the role of a spoiled, difficult girlfriend—picking faults with everything he ordered, complaining nonstop—until he finally found her unbearable and gave up on her himself.
Ford narrowed his dark eyes and gave her a long, unreadable look before lowering his gaze to the menu and beginning to order.
For some reason, that look made Riley feel slightly guilty. She hadn't realized before that he could have such a sharp, intimidating gaze.
To be honest, Ford really was an outstanding man in every way. Otherwise, she wouldn't have introduced him to Catherine in the first place.
