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Della.”
    “Nice to meet you too, Allie.”

Chapter Five
    Trig didn’t know whether to thank his lucky stars or curse fate. No doubt he wanted to see her again. He’d wanted that since the last time he saw her and realized she’d been crying. That, in itself, bothered him. He shouldn’t care. He didn’t get attached. He couldn’t afford to. If that wasn’t enough, she was way out of his league and deserved more than someone like him.
    Yes, she was beautiful, but he’d seen plenty of beautiful women. He’d had them, too. There was something else, something about her. He felt it in the pit of his stomach every time he looked at her. He didn’t know what it was, only knew it was more than lust.
    All it took—one look, and the woman had him doubting shit, thinking about shit he shouldn’t be worried about, and craving shit he had no business wanting.
    So when Army called him and told him about Anthony’s, coincidentally where he took Della every Saturday, he’d jumped on it. But it didn’t mean it was a good idea. It was a bad idea. The woman was beautiful and off limits. He needed to remember that and feared the more time he spent with her, the more likely he’d forget.
    He swung open the door leading into Anthony’s, allowing Della and Allie in first, Army trailing behind. He then headed to the hostess and gave her his name, requesting a table for four instead of two. A moment later, they were seated in a booth. Della and Allie sat first, then slid in. He sat beside Della, and Army next to Allie.
    Allie, eyes on Della, with a smile on her face, asked, “So what’s good here?”
    “The spaghetti’s my favorite, but I get pizza sometimes. The pizza’s really good. I like cheese. That’s my favorite.”
    “That’s my favorite, too.”
    “J likes pepperoni, and so does Ty. They can eat an extra-large by themselves, really fast.”
    The waitress stopped at their table and asked if they wanted anything to drink.
    “Della, Sprite?”
    She nodded. Trig ordered a Sprite and a beer, for himself.
    “Allie? Still drinking beer?” Army asked.
    She nodded.
    Shit. Beautiful, classy, drove a muscle car, and drank beer? He was so fucking screwed.
    Army ordered two beers. The waitress left to retrieve their drinks.
    “So, Allie, what’re your plans for tomorrow?”
    “Need to get some shopping done. I wasn’t thinking clearly when I packed. I need a suit for interviews.”
    “Let me arrange to have your stuff shipped here.”
    She shook her head. “New beginning… Besides, that stuff is useless to me here. I kind of get the feeling this town’s more low key than the city.”
    The waitress returned with their drinks and garlic bread, and then they ordered two extra-large pizzas half-cheese, half-pepperoni.
    “I have to go to the restroom,” Della announced.
    He cringed inwardly. He loved taking his niece out to dinner, the movies, anywhere really. He loved spending time with her. She was beautiful, sweet, and reminded him of his sister, but he hated this part. She was too little to head into the women’s bathroom alone, and he hated taking her into the men’s.
    “I have to go too. Mind if I come with you?”
    Damn. Allie must’ve read his mind.
    Della nodded. He stood and helped Della out then watched them go.
    “Don’t worry. Allie’s good with kids.”
    His gaze shot to Army, sitting across from him. “Not worried, brother. In fact, I’m relieved.”
    Army quirked a brow.
    “You have a daughter one day. You take her out alone, she’s young like Della is, and she needs to go to the bathroom, you’ll know what I mean.”
    Army smiled and shook his head. “Hadn’t even thought of that.”
    “Allie looks better.”
    “Yeah. Don’t know if I should trust it though. She hides shit, and I got this feeling in my gut there’s something she’s not telling me.”
    His brother noticed, and it hadn’t even taken a day. “What’d you think it is?” When the question went unanswered, he asked,