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Georgia bounced on her seat. “Oh, good. Then we have time to move to the big table in the corner, right, Daddy?”
Hutch sighed. “Do I even want to know why we need a bigger table when there are only four of us?”
Blushing, Georgia said, “I just have a feeling that some of the others might join us, Daddy. That’s all. And you always say better to be safe than sorry.”
Sawyer didn't even try to argue. He got the waiter's attention, and they moved to the largest table in the entire restaurant. Just as they were seated, Georgia looked up. “Oh, look! I told you I had a feeling someone else might be here.”
Sawyer leaned over and whispered in Lele’s ear. “I swear, I knew nothing about this.”
He was pleased to see Lele nod her head. “It’s all right, it’s probably better we have company.”
Sure enough, the door of the restaurant opened, and three of his brothers, Reid, Gage, and Deke, walked in, their little girls by their side. Soon, everyone was enjoying warm, fluffy breadsticks and crisp salads, chatting up a storm.
“This is a fantastic idea,” Winnie said. “That's Italian is the best.
Gabby nodded. “It's no secret it's my favorite, and now you know why. As they say in Italy, it’smuy delicioso.”
“I think that’s Spanish, Gabs. In Italy, they’d saymolto delizioso,” Lovie said without looking up from her plate.
Gabi glared at her fellow Musketiara. “Lovie, you can be a real kill-joy sometimes, you know that?
“I should hope so with you eating here three times a week,” Suzi teased.
Georgia leaned over so she could speak so only Lele could hear. “Did you have a nice talk with your Daddy? Everything sorted out?”
With a shrug, Lele said, “We talked. As for getting everything sorted out? I don’t think that’s going to be so easy.”
Georgia frowned. “Do we need to have a meeting of the Musketiaras? Because we can. Gabi is the best at plotting revenge on misbehaving Daddies.”
Lele tried to smile. If only it were that easy. “I don’t want revenge. I want to be able to turn back the clock two weeks. I never thought I’d say this, but I think I would be happier if I’d never met him.” The whole table became noticeably quieter at this pronouncement.
It wasn't that she couldn't forgive Sawyer for what he had done. If anyone understood wanting to help Jaxon out, it was her. It wasn’t that hard to forgive. Forgetting was an entirely different thing.
Falling for Sawyer had been fast. Okay, ridiculously fast. Yet even though she’d only known him for two weeks, she was well on her way to falling in love with him, too.
But he lied to her, and the thing that bothered her more than anything else was it had been so easy for him to do. She’d believed every word he said. You’d think after all she’d been through, she’d be able to recognize a lie by now. But she hadn’t.
How was she supposed to ever trust him again? Better yet, how could she ever trust herself? She’d always wonder if he was telling her the truth or a lie. That was no way to have a relationship. It would never work. The trust was broken.
The table bounced when a server set down a heavy bowl filled with spaghetti and meatballs. The noodles practically spilled over the sides. Her stomach rumbled its appreciation. Its arrival broke the tension of her previous statement.
Spaghetti was her favorite. She even ate it cold out of the refrigerator. For breakfast. She looked around the table and wondered when she would ever have a chance to enjoy a meal with so many other girls who were Little like her.
“Time to eat,” Breezy said, after Gage filled her plate and handed her a fork.
“Wait!” Lele held up her hand to stop anyone from taking a bite. Her new friends were just about to ruin the whole experience that was spaghetti and meatballs. It seemed they needed to teach the unschooled at the table the proper way to eat spaghetti. “Girls! We can't just wind noodles around our forks and eat spaghetti like cattle. That would be a tragedy.”
Sawyer grinned. “Half-Pint, I’m pretty sure cattle don’t eat spaghetti.”
With a snort, Law said, “I think the forks might be problematic, too.”
Lele gave them what she hoped was a superior look and a haughty, “Semantics.”
“The cows might disagree,” Raleigh said.
Gabi shushed her Daddy and asked, “What do you mean? If the spaghetti ends up in my tummy, I don't know where the tragedy is.”
Lele shook her head. “No, if all you do is eat it the mondo-boring way, you miss half the fun. You can't just eat spaghetti like that. You have tozupeit.”
