Now that the tension was broken, I got my purse, said goodnight to Ann, and walked out with Remo right behind me, carrying his little boy.
The moment we stepped outside, he put his hand on my lower back and steered me over to his car. "I think we should go for a coffee and talk this out, Cait."
I really did want to believe him. And not wanting to make a scene in front of his son, I let him help me into his car.
Once Remo got Luke settled behind us in his car seat, he got in beside me and drove over a few blocks to a little Italian café.
"Daddy, can I have a coffee?" Luke asked as soon as we walked inside.
Remo chuckled, ruffling his hair. "No. But you can have some milk and a muffin, if you want."
"Okay," he agreed, with a spark of mischief in his deep brown eyes, that looked so much
