“Exactly. She threw Rafe over for Kyle. I mean, it all worked out in the end, but it was rough from what I heard.”

We both hear a motorcycle approaching.

“Maybe you better get out of sight, at least until he sits down,” Fiona suggests. “Give me a few minutes to ease him into this.”

“Okay. And Fiona?”

“Yeah, hon?”

“Thanks for doing this for me.”

“This works out, you owe me one, sweetie. Like maybe that rich guy’s phone number.”

I roll my eyes. “Not sure he’s worth the bother. He was kind of a douche. But if you really want it…”

She chuckles. “I like you, Tori. I’d like to see you and my brother get together.”

“Me, too. Fingers crossed.” I leave my untouched margarita on the table and head toward the ladies room. Before I enter the hall, I turn and watch Rafe back his motorcycle into a spot in front of the restaurant and say a prayer. “God, please let this work.”

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Rafe—

Pistol Pete’s is just like I remember it, even though I haven’t been here in years. Mom and Dad used to take us here when we were kids. They’d load us up on tacos—as many as we could eat. It was always Fiona’s favorite place.

She waves me over from a table by the windows.

I sit down and grin. “You ordered me a margarita. Thanks.”

Her eyes drop to it. “Sure. Right.”

I take a sip and then study her. “You okay? Mom said you were having some troubles.”

“Really? When did she tell you that?”

“A while ago. Are you?”

“I don’t want to talk about it. I want to talk about you and Tori.”

I stiffen and lean my elbows on the table. “Why?”

“Because you two are cute together. I like her. She suits you.”

“You barely know her.”

She shrugs and drags a chip through salsa. “I can just tell. She’s sweet, and she cares about you.”

“You got all that from the other night?”

“We talked in the bathroom. She’s got it bad for you, Rafe.”

“Could have fooled me.” I down a slug of the drink.

“Why do you say that?”

“She’s dating another guy, Fiona. So, don’t tell me how much she wants me.”

“I bet it’s not what you think.”