“Charlotte, why don’t you take these inside?” I suggest, keeping my voice pleasant. I pick up the two bags and hand them over to her in the doorway before she can protest.

She shoots me a look but thankfully doesn’t say anything. As she goes inside, I hand the boy the money, including his tip. “Where exactly is this restaurant?”

“Down the road,” he glances behind me, probably looking for Charlotte. “I was still talking to her.”

“Go.” I put my hands on his shoulders and ...