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She blinked. What was he doing at the table? She’d gotten the impression it would be just her and Phoebe, and from the frown on his face, she realized Aiden had the same thoughts running through his head as well.

Phoebe was matchmaking again. Great.

Felicity sat down and gave Grams a tight smile.

The man who seated her handed her a menu. “Someone will be by shortly to take your drink orders.”

“Thank you,” Phoebe said.

Aiden gave Grams a stilted look. “When you invited me to dinner, I thought it would just be you and me, Grams.”

Wow. Rude, much? Felicity stiffened. “I was under the same impression.”

Grams gave them both a wide-eyed look. “Really? I wonder why.” She picked up her water glass and took a sip.

After they’d given their drink orders to the waitress, Gram’s phone went off. It sounded like an alarm. She looked at it then sighed. “I’m sorry, I have to go. You two stay and eat.”

Before either one of them could object, Grams bolted. Felicity glanced at Aiden, who was scowling at Gram’s retreating back.

Nice. This evening was turning out to be great.

Chapter 3

Aiden couldn’t believeGrams. The woman was insane. He watched her skitter out of the restaurant. Man, she was spry for her age. He turned his attention back to the table. Felicity looked like she’d just swallowed a pair of sweat socks. Aiden thought about leaving too but knew Grams would get on his case about it later. It looked like she was going to get her way after all. He decided to make light of it. “I think we’ve been set up.” He gave her what he hoped was a smile, and not a grimace.

“Yeah, looks like it.”

He let out a sigh and smoothed the napkin over his lap. He was stuck having dinner with Felicity, so they might as well make the best of it. “I’m sorry about Grams. She thinks we need to talk.”

“I can tell, with her not-so-subtle way of pushing us together.” Felicity glanced toward the door, probably wishing she could leave.

“I have an idea.” Aiden leaned closer. “Let’s outwit her.”

Felicity raised one eyebrow. “I’m listening.”

“She obviously wants us to spend time together.” He held his hands out to her in a surrender gesture. “So, let’s have dinner. If we agree not to talk about the past, then maybe it can even be a little enjoyable. She’ll get what she wants, and we’ll get a nice meal out of it. Then, maybe, she’ll leave us alone.”

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