Davina's POV

“I think emotions are running high!” Tasha jumped between us with too much cheer. “I find that having a nice meal always calms me down. Diego, why don’t you order something? On the house.”

Diego didn’t respond. He just stared at me, and I stared right back.

“My shift doesn’t finish for another hour and a half.”

He gave the barest nod.

“I can wait.”

“Take that booth by the window,” Tasha offered, beaming again. “I’ll bring you a piece of pecan pie. Made ...