Maybe it’s my sister screaming in the back of my head or the reality that I really don’t want to leave this dinner with any regrets, but I tell him the truth. “I was staring at you, Eli.” He narrows his eyes in suspicion. “No way. I saw you after the ceremony. Your sister was saying she was glad you were able to focus on your happy place.” A vicious heat blooms across my cheeks. Okay, maybe I didn’t want to be that honest. Luckily, the waitress appears with our food and grunts disapprovingly in my direction when she eyes the nearly full appetizer plate.
