Isaac couldn’t deny how much it made him eager too. Everything about today and how things had gone down was a net positive in his mind.
“Guess we’re finished. Any lunch plans?” Riley asked Dalton.
Except that.
“Which reminds me…” Andrew said, suddenly sheepish. “There’s, uhh…something I need to ask you all. Well, not Riley.”
Riley scowled, but what caught Isaac’s attention was the way Andrew bit his lip again, this time with a scrunched brow.
“Please don’t be mad.” 7
Dinner. Family dinner. With Detective Wen of all people!
Isaac had flat out said no, never, nonsense, but as soon as Dalton had a say, he’d been forced to give in. It didn’t matter if they pulled off the fake former dating charade, or not talking about how Andrew was the one who put him in jail. It would still end in disaster, because family dinner at Andrew’s wouldn’t be anything like family dinner at Isaac’s.