She put her chin on her hands and grinned.
Taryn looked back and forth between the siblings—clearly not in on whatever Stephanie was up to.
“Come on, Taryn. Let’s go.”
“What? I have Lachlan’s suitcase.”
“We’ll move it to Cooper’s SUV.” She held out her hands.
After a long moment, Cooper handed his keys over.
“It’s very heavy—”
Taryn’s outraged glare had me stopping.
“Sorry.”
“You should be.” She and Stephanie slid from the booth. “We’ll leave your keys with Sarabeth.”
“Yes, no interruptions. See if you two idiots can figure this out on your own without human intervention.”
With that, the women left.
“Jesus. Subtle as the freight trains that pass by here with regularity.” Cooper rolled his eyes.
Even as he said the words, a whistle blew.
I was startled.
He glanced out the window. “Oh, that’s the commuter train.”
“The West Coast Express?”Casual, right? Nothing to see here…
He arched an eyebrow. “Yeah.”
“It’s pretty reliable, right?”
He tapped his phone. “I get alerts if there are problems. I take it into the city a couple of times a month for client visits. Noel’s expanding the business and looking to hire someone in Vancouver. I mean, I can also drive in—”
“But nicer to ride in comfort and leave the driving to someone else.”
“Yeah.” He frowned. “I thought you lived close to your work. Are you thinking of moving to a suburb of Toronto? To get a bigger house, I’d assume. And you’re thinking of taking the train?” He fiddled with his menu. “Like, a house for you and Lydia?”
I snickered. “Lydia is now dating a partner in my firm. One who loves the limelight. They’re totally suited for each other.”
He frowned. “That’s gotta hurt.”
“Not one bit. Dodged a bullet, as they say.” I pushed the menu to the side, piling it with Stephanie’s and Taryn’s. Subtle as a freight train.
Finally, Cooper met my gaze. “I missed you.”
“I missed you, too.” Here, I could be honest.
“You didn’t text.”
I winced. “I know. I wanted to. But there was too much to say, and I didn’t have the words.”
“Can you say it now?”
