SELENA'S POV
I wasn't thinking he'd want to invite David in for dinner when they practically were strangers to each other, and knowing my brother like the palm of my hands, he never entertained strangers past the door of his home, talk less of inviting them in for dinner.
Unless it was because of me.
“David's a busy man,” I called out to him from where I stood, cradling the small child at the expense of my arm’s dwindling strength. She had bulked up weight for a child her size, and my arms could very well tell the testament of it.
“Doesn't mean he can't spare some time to have dinner with us,” Clement said. “I mean, he came here with you.”
Then he glanced back down into the car. “Don't you mind, do you?”
“If she doesn't,” It was mildly detectable, since he was inside the car, but
