Sean slid the French salad I’d ordered toward me. “When you eat, thinking too much isn’t good for your health.”

“So you’re sure your mother will come looking for me?”

Again, Sean saw straight through what I was thinking. The steak in my mouth instantly lost its flavor. And the moment I said the words “your mother,” Sean’s gaze turned cold.

What kind of love-and-hate could possibly exist between this mother and son?

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