“I don’t know. In my mind, I frequently run through the costs and benefits of telling them. I still haven’t reached a conclusion.” She gathered her purse. “Ready?”

They moved toward the exit.

“Do you have a favorite restaurant around here?” she asked.

“Yeah, but it’s casual. It’s this little authentic Mexican place.”

“Let’s go.”

“Look at what you’re wearing. That dress and you deserve a nicer restaurant.”

“And yet, this dress and I want enchiladas.”

They ate enchiladas from stools at the restaurant’s long bar. Blue paint and framed Latin music records from the ’70s and ’80s plastered the walls.

They bantered, teased, laughed. Sebastian concentrated on memorizing her characteristics. He wanted to be able to replay them so they could keep him company when she left.

They’d almost finished their meal when his phone pager beeped.

“No,” he moaned.

Her face held amused sympathy. “I knew from the start that you were on call this weekend.”

He’d planned to take her to the arts district after this. More than anything, he wanted the chance to walk through museums with her.

He read the information on his phone. “They need a consult on an infant who’s being airlifted to the hospital.”

“Sounds like it’s time for you to save small humans.” She looked around and signaled their server. “Check, please.”

“Will you come with me to the hospital?”

“We took your car this morning. It’s only logical for me to go where you go.”

I want to go where you go for the rest of my life.

He shoved the thought away before it could put down roots.

For the second time, Leah had been granted exclusive access to Sebastian’s office.

She went straight to the long, vertical corkboard full of photos and notes. The day she’d finagled Dylan into touring this place, she hadn’t had time to study all the items on the board. Now, very satisfactorily, she did. Once she finished her survey, she made herself comfortable in a leather chair and checked the app on her phone that tracked Dylan’s location. He was at home with Tess and Rudy.

Good Dylan. She placed a call to him and proceeded to pry conversation out of him with a chisel. After a few minutes she took pity on the boy and asked him to put Tess on. Not only was Tess much more agreeable to talk to, she could be trusted to give Leah an unvarnished update on Dylan. Dylan had been cranky when Tess had woken him this morning, but after eating half a box of cereal out of a mixing bowl, he’d gotten himself together, and they’d made it to church before returning to Leah’s house.

“Rudy!” Tess stopped mid-sentence to call out. “Put that down. That’s breakable.”

“What does he have?” Leah asked.

“An expensive-looking calculator.”