“I don’t know how to do this.” Harry held the car door for her, but Becky didn’t climb out. She didn’t know how to face her friends through a whole dinner at The Puffin. She didn’t know how to sit across from Harry and not have every emotion in her heart splatter out for all to see.
“You release the seatbelt. Then you swing out one leg. After that—”
Her baleful glare apparently got the message across.
He squatted down so that they were eye to eye. Damn, he had to be a considerate guy on top of being kind. She couldn’t find any anger against him. Against the circumstances that surrounded them? Easy! But not against Harry Slater.
“For days I’ve been looking forward to taking you to a fine dinner. The fact that it’s made by my little brother,” he made a grimace like he’d bitten a lemon, b
