Lark lifted her gaze as the sound of Caspian’s footsteps approached the patio. Her jaw tightened. "Leave me alone."

"No can do," Caspian replied without missing a beat. "I’ve made dinner reservations for us."

"I’ll pass," she snapped. "Room service sounds far better than your company."

He rolled his eyes, ignoring her protest. "Not happening. You’re getting out of this funk, and we’re going to dinner. If I can manage to hobble down to the ...