SOPHIA’S POV
I sat across from Patricia at the dining table. My parents and Marco were still in the living room, talking.
"So," she said with a smile.
I knew that tone. "Don't."
"Lance seems like a nice guy."
"Patricia-"
"I'm just saying. He's got that whole protective thing going on. He’s not hard to look at either." She grinned. "Plus your dad actually liked him. Your dad never likes anyone."
My face felt hot. "He was just being helpful."
"Sophia. The man took you to the hospital, stayed with you for hours, drove you home, had dinner with your family. That's not just helpful. That's interested."
"We're friends. We used to work together."
"Friends don't look at each other the way you two were looking at each other tonight." Patricia leaned forward. "He seem
