Ryan’s face lit up instantly. “They are?”
“Yes. Their restaurant made it into the competition. A few of their staff joined as well. They want to support them, and spend time with us.”
Ryan leaned back, genuinely pleased. “That’s wonderful news.”
“Camila asked if they could stay here,” Eve added. “I told her yes.”
“Good,” he said immediately. “This house could use their noise.”
She laughed. “You say that now. Wait until Mitre starts complaining about your coffee beans.”
“I like his complaints,” Ryan said. “They’re honest.”
It surprised him how true that felt.
The little time he had spent with Camila and Mitre had left an impression on him, their warmth, their lack of pretence, the way they loved Eve without conditions or expectations. The way Camila had fussed over her like an older
