She had dressed him in clothing throughout the ages and felt like a silly teen when she closed the book and scrubbed the graphite from her fingers. Cori checked the clock and realized there was a reason she felt hungry—it was approaching evening. She changed into a neat dress and heels and headed down to see if her lunch companion was available for dinner. There was no one on the main floor, so she headed out into the Crossroads and toward the café. If she had to take on the male population alone, she was going to start now. She settled at a table by herself and perused the menu. Gazes were on her, but she ignored them and made her selections. When the server took her order and the menu away, she looked out at the occupants of the café, meeting the men’s gazes one by one. Some were amused by the contact, two looked away and flint appeared in at least one pair of eyes. He was definitely not for her.
