Devon looks up at the door where I am standing with the other servers, and I swear his eyes land on mine. Just for a second.
I’m second in line from the door and in my position—leaning around the man in front of me to better my view—I’m easy to spot.
My entire body freezes, and I’m unable to stand tall or pull back into line. All I can do is try to keep breathing and stare back at him, hoping he doesn’t figure it out. Hoping he doesn’t recognize me.
After what feels like a small eternity, Devon turns away and bounces Olivia on his knee a few times. She giggles, and my stomach flips.
How am I supposed to deliver food without stopping to see her? How am I supposed to walk into this room and pretend my heart isn’t yearning for her? I’m not sure I can do it, but there isn’t time to think a
