CHAPTER SEVEN
An hour and a half later, Brody sat across from Cara at a round table in a taqueria known for authentic tacos, fresh tortilla chips, and a wide variety of salsas. The lunch rush was over. No other tables were taken, but they sat in a dark corner booth where he faced the wall. He’d removed his sunglasses but wore his baseball cap. He didn’t want to risk being recognized and ruin their meal.
Eating out was the perfect respite after meeting with the wedding planner. He hadn’t minded talking about a marriage ceremony and the reception that would follow, even if a wedding day would never happen. Playing Cara’s fiancé was more fun than he thought it would be. He could get into this role. Too bad she hadn’t seemed to enjoy the experience as much as he had. She hadn’t smiled once s
