I didn’t know exactly what time “lunch” was, and I kinda hated it when people used that as a time indicator. Was it midday? Was it 2 p.m.? Did I have to sit around for two hours twiddling my thumbs waiting for the correct time?

Which was why I was dressed in a soft purple sundress and sneakers at 11:55. I’d bathed and dressed Huey, answered a few emails, watched a guy with the most perfect jawline beat some monsters up, had a small nap, and packed Huey’s diaper bag. I was set and ready to go.

Luckily for me, Devan must have also hated the non-specific nature of lunchtime because at 12:05, I heard the front door open. I had Huey on the couch next to me, playing peek-a-boo to make him giggle, just so it didn’t look like I was sitting around waiting for him.

I glanced over my shoulder as he stepped into the room, his face impartial. “Are you ready?”

I nodded, uncurling into a standing position and lifting Huey carefully into my arms.

If I’d been looking anywhere else at that moment, I might have missed the way his eyes flicked down to my legs, then back up to my face. I might have missed the way he swallowed hard. Because in the next moment, his face was back to cool and professional.

But I’d seen. I kept my satisfied grin to myself as we loaded into my car and Devan slid into the driver’s seat. We drove along in silence, just the radio playing, but it wasn’t awkward like this morning. It was companionable.

I was surprised when he pulled up in front of an old Airstream that backed onto a park with wooden benches. He didn’t seem like a food van kind of guy, and that just proved I knew nothing about him.

“The guys and I love this place. Elvira doesn’t give a shit that the guys are hockey players, and you’ll dream about the food until you come back again.”

I looked at the line of people up to the van. The menu said Cubanos and mac’n’cheese, which seemed like an odd combination but still made my stomach rumble. There were several varieties of mac too.

“I usually get the lobster mac. It’s like a revelation. But River swears by the Cubano.”

We finally got to the end of the line, and I got some broccoli mac and a Cubano. I was never going to be able to eat all of it, but I was going to give it a good try. I was glad there was some stretch to my sundress.