Lila froze, then turned to meet Ethan's eyes.

He sat in the back, wine glass in hand.

Even tucked away in a corner, he had every woman in the place stealing glances.

Caught between a rock and a hard place, Lila walked over.

"Evening, Mr. Caldwell."

Ethan nodded to the seat across from him.

His eyes caught the IV mark on her hand - probably from getting drenched last night.

"Had dinner yet, Miss Carter? Care to join me?" His tone was all business ...