Brent made a face. “Hey, Coach Delaney. Funny seeing you here.”

John glanced at me and then returned his attention to his wife, who was unaware, still fussing over the babies.

Phaedra cupped my shoulders, smiling at Brent. “I’ll just get your check, if you’re in a hurry to leave.”

“No, thank you,” Brent said, stumbling over his words. “We’ll just, um … I’m sorry. I was rude. If it’s okay, we’d like to stay.”

Brent’s girlfriend and Hilary were clearly angry with his behavior.

“Good idea,” Phaedra said before walking away.

I bit my lip, feeling a bit nauseous, and I retreated to the drink station.

Dalton, Zeke, and Taylor were reading over their menus, once again covered in soot and sweat, each hooking his hard hat over his knee.

“So, my mom wants to start the trip at Yellowstone,” Hannah said, putting miniature lids on tiny cups for Delaney children. “We’ve been there at least a dozen times, but she wants to start there, so that’s that. I want to go down the whole West Coast and see what LA is like.”

“Have you ever been?” I asked, distracted by the dirty men near the window. I would have to win them all over, not just Taylor.

Hannah shook her head, waiting for me to answer my own question.

“Yes,” I said, remembering my own trip to LA, “with Blaire.”

“See? You can travel with her.”

“It was for a medical conference. I spent all day in the hotel room. I think she only brought me to help her with her bags while she shopped.”

“Oh. That sounds kind of … awful. But at least, if you got sick, she could take care of you. She’s a doctor, right?”

“A cardiothoracic surgeon. She’s rated as one of the top five in the country.”

“Wow. That’s pretty amazing!”

“She is an amazing surgeon.”

“Well, that’s something.”

I grimaced. Blaire did not like dust or people who were overly chatty or overly happy, and she hated to be looked in the eye, as if anyone without a PhD was her equal. That was why she was a surgeon. If she were the best—and she was—her bedside manner wouldn’t matter as long as she fixed what was broken.

The one thing she couldn’t fix was the one person she’d broken.

“Falyn? Table five is asking for their check,” Kirby said.

“Oh!” I tapped on the touch screen, and a receipt began to print. I ripped it off and stuck it in the black leather bill presenter before bringing it to a family of four.

“Thank you so much,” I said, smiling. “Have a great day.”

I checked on my other tables, filled a few glasses, and then approached table three.

“Hi, boys. Are you having the same today or something different?”

They all dipped their heads in unison.