“Hello,” I said to the hostess whose nametag said she was Angie.

“Aloha. Do you have a reservation?”

“I believe so. It should be under Nelson.” I gripped my hands into fists. Nelson would’ve been my name if I married Reid. The thought made me want to gag.

The woman went down the list. “Great. Will Mr. Nelson be joining you soon?”

I tried to keep my face serene as I shook my head. “No, it’ll just be ...