Shawn watched Lissa hug her sister, and the older woman in the professional pantsuit walked away, straightening her hair and looking around. Liss stood still for a few moments, and then she turned, already searching for him.
He lifted one of the sausages he’d collected from the pick-up window, and she started toward him, those tan legs making his blood run hotter with every step. “Sorry about that,” she said, accepting the cardboard tray with her sausage in it.
“It’s fine,” he said. “Everything okay?”
“Yes.”
“What was she upset about?”
Lissa looked over her shoulder in the direction Olympia had gone. “She’s had a rough time of things lately,” she said, facing him again. “And she thought you were playing me.” She lifted her sausage to her lips, taking a great big bite of it. A few onio
