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But Cooper ignored that little voice and watched her closely

She stood by his truck, staring up at the quaint restaurant, shivering slightly Her eyes, luminous as ever, ide and shiny, but it wasn’t anticipation he saw there It was fear

“We can go so maybe this place was a bad idea

Morgan didn’t respond right away and, after a few moments, turned to him “You must think I’m the most screwed-up person you’ve ever met”

Cooper shook his head and offered his arm He’d seen a lot of crazy in his lifeti?”

After a few seconds, she slid her aratt took up the main floor of a century-old horand and opulent, and, now converted into an Italian restaurant, it was lush and surprisingly subdued They were greeted by a tall, thin ray eyes, and eyebrows as black as soot The man, Mr Valenti, was the owner and obviously proud of his establishment as he led theht

La Spagatt was quite full, and Cooper realized they were lucky to get a table considering he’d not called ahead for a reservation The aan as she settled into her chair Her skin glistened, and sweat beaded the top of her lip

“Have you been here before?” he asked, watching her closely

Morgan’s gaze swept the roo inside him jumped up hard

She nodded slowly “A few times”

There was a tremor in her voice, and when the waitress suddenly appeared, she jerked a bit

“Can I get you anything to drink?” the waitress asked The server was young, early twenties, with a dark pixie cut and brown eyes that widened when she glanced at Cooper He knew the look She either recognized hi a Simon, especially the one with the uncanny resemblance to his famous cousin, Beau

“We’ll have a bottle of red wine” He looked at Morgan questioningly, but her gaze had dropped to the table “A nice Malbec, I think”

“Sounds good,” the waitress replied She cleared her throat, setting an “Aren’t you Sara Campbell’s sister?”

Morgan flinched He saw it, and he was pretty sure the server did as well “Yes,” she mumbled