“Is it wrong that I’m wishing for congestive heart failure now?” he asks through the food.”

“Other than the fact that I’m entirely sick of Mexican food, Abe might be in there. And he might accidentally-on-purpose drop a plate of enchiladas into Harlin’s lap if we’re together.”

“And while I’m at it, I’ll find out what’s wrong with your sister, too.”

“he lets me take the orders, standing at my side likemy own personal Mexican food encyclopedia”

“I’m in love with someone else,” he says. “But she’s gone. And I—”

“Have you seen my daughter?”“Daughter?” I’m the worst liar ever. I stare at Sarah’s tall, imposing father and try to smile. “She’s getting us a table?”He narrows his gray eyes, and then tightens his mouth. “Is that a question or a statement?”“Statement?” I’m so blowing this.He exhales and nods. “Well, then. I guess I’ll see you in the banquet room.”Harlin grins as Sarah’s father walks away. “You are so subtle, Charlotte. Are you a ninja?”“Shut up.”“I’m sure he didn’t find that at all suspicious.”“Harlin!”He laughs and kisses the top of my head. “I’ll stop,” he says. “But where is Sarah? You might want to find her before we sit down for chicken with that man. What will you say if he asks you to pass the mashed potatoes? Mashed potatoes?” Harlin finishes, imitating my voice.”

“I’m going to kick his ass for touching you,” he growls. “And for wrecking my bike.”“I’m glad I came first in that sentence.”“Baby, you always come first.”