The restaurant was packed, the usual Saturday crowd of harried shoppers, disinterested spouses and wired children. Aubrey took a sip of her margarita and eyed him. “And then what?”
“And then we had pizza.”
Aubrey stared at him, unblinking, until Ian laughed. “What?”
“I don’t know, Ian. Something just doesn’t sound right. This kid is playing you or something.”
Ian rolled his eyes. “He’s not like that.”
“Like you would know,” Aubrey said around a sideways glance.
He opened his mouth to tell her they’d been dating for a month when Aubrey lifted a hand to stop him. “Come on, honey. This is me here. I know you better than you do. You fall hard and you fall fast and once you’ve landed you let the people that coerced you there step all over you.”
Ian reached for his sparkling water and shr
