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Everyone at the table turns to look at me, including Will. “I thought you said you weren’t going to go out with Travis.”

“Travis? Who is this Travis?” Mom asks. “Is he Catholic?” Travis could be a homeless drug addict, but Mom focuses on what’s important.

“Yep,” says Sebastian. “Catholic and a cop. From Dallas. His dad just retired here, and Travis moved to be closer to him.”

“Oh! He sounds wonderful!”

“I never said I was going out with Travis. It’s…someone else.”

“What?” Brittany looks as if she’s just had her favorite tube of lip gloss stolen. “How come I didn’t know this before? I thought I was your best friend!”

Rats. Now everyone is staring at me and—

My cell phone pings.

“Lucy, you know I don’t want those things at the table,” scolds Mom.

“Sorry, but I’m on…alert in case the cops need to come by The Bistro again to collect evidence.”

My phone pings again.

“You might as well answer that,” says Dad.

I pick it up and glance at the screen.

You said Sundays were your day off. Want to grab some brunch tomorrow?

The texter’s area code isn’t local.

Who is this??? I text back.

Sorry. It’s Mike Armandi. Rocko gave me your number. I hope that’s okay.

“Is it the cops?” asks Will.

“Um, no, it’s Mike Armandi. He wants to know if I’m free for brunch tomorrow.”

“Who’s Mike Armandi?” asks Dad.

“He’s…the guy I’m dating.”

Sebastian frowns. “The guy who made the deliveries the other morning at The Bistro?”

“That’s the one.”

Mom mulls this over. “He seemed very…Italian.”

“He is,” I assure them. “Big family. His uncle is a sweetheart. We have absol

utely lots in common.”

“Like what?” Will asks.

“Well, we both like to eat. Yeah. We both really like to eat. He’s crazy about my pumpkin spice muffins.”

“Everyone’s crazy about your pumpkin spice muffins,” Sebastian says dismissively.

Will’s forehead scrunches up making him look adorable. “How come you never mentioned him before?”

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