"Excuse me," Harry said, his eyes narrowing as he studied the waitress's face. "I'm looking for someone. A woman named Mia Foster."

Mia's throat went dry. She kept her head down, grateful for the cap that shadowed her face and the glasses that partially obscured her eyes.

"Have you seen her?" Harry pressed. "She's about your height, dark hair, beautiful eyes..." His voice softened on the last words. "She might be new to the neighborhood."

Mia gave a small shake of her head, not trusting ...