Riley shot Harlan an annoyed look. "What are you doing here?"
He looked a little travel-worn, like he had rushed over from somewhere far away. But he seemed better than the last time I saw him, when he was still healing from the accident. I let out a quiet breath of relief. He had gotten hurt because of us, and if he had died, I never would have forgiven myself.
I had no idea where things stood between him and Riley, but some things you just know. You can always tell when a man has given his whole self to someone. Right now, his eyes held nothing but her.
In his hand was a food container instead of his usual briefcase. "Didn't you say you love my cook's food? I had him make something before I left. Kept it warm the whole drive should still be hot. Try it."
Riley's sharp reply died in her throat. "Huh? Oh. Fine."
Harlan turned to Lewis. "I heard Riley made it back alive. Where is she? I brought something she likes."
