“Chicken nuggets?” he gushed.

I blinked at him. “Spaghetti and meatballs.”

His shoulders slumped forward. “Oh. Yeah. I like that too.”

I sighed. “Let’s go.”

He followed me, pausing his game as he got to his feet. He’d dressed himself this morning and had on a bright green T-shirt with a pizza on it and red and black striped pajama pants. I thought about telling him to change, but who cared? It was only dinner.

Louie and I crossed the street, holding each other’s hands. I reached down and pinched him on the butt as we walked up the path to Dallas’s house, and halfway up the steps to the porch, the little turd smacked me on the butt. We were bickering as I knocked on the door and stood back, waiting. I wasn’t even sure if he was home or not. I was sticking my tongue out at Louie as the lock was turned.

I faced the door as it opened, expecting it to be a certain brown-haired, hazel-eyed man that I owed big time….

But it wasn’t him on the other side of the screen door.

It was a woman. A pretty, natural auburn-haired woman, and she was smiling. “Hi,” she said.

It took me maybe two seconds, but I managed to get out, “Hey. Is—”

The door opened wider and the woman stepped back as another face I recognized came forward with his eyebrows furrowed and the sides of a thinner mouth turned down into a frown. “Yeah?” was the ugly, unfinished greeting I got from the man I hadn’t seen in a while. Jackass Jackson.

“Hi. Is Dallas here?” I asked slowly, with as much patience as I could drag together—which wasn’t much, especially when this small part of my brain wondered if the woman was here with Jackson or… not.

She couldn’t be. Could she? Dallas wouldn’t do that, would he?

“What do you want?” Mr. Not-Mr.-Rogers asked.

I blinked and ground down on my teeth. “To talk to him.”

“Hold on,” Jackson droned, scowling as he closed the door in my face.

“Why is he so mean?” Lou asked almost immediately.

I shrugged at him and whispered, “Someone didn’t take a chill pill today.”

Moments later, the door opened wide. Dallas stood there, an uncomfortable expression on his face that didn’t sit well with me. “Hey.” His eyes landed on Lou and his smile got a little easier. “Hey, Lou.”

“Hi.”

“Hey. I didn’t know you had company again, sorry,” I explained quickly.

“Don’t apologize,” he said crisply. “He just got here.”

Did that mean the woman had already been there?

It’s none of my business. None.

“Well, we just came by to see if you wanted to come by for dinner as a thank-you for helping us clean up this morning,” I explained.

I tried not to let the way he barely scrunched up his nose hurt my feelings, but it did, just a little.

“I was going to invite Miss Pearl, too. We’re making spaghetti and meatballs.”

Lou whispered, “We?”

“But if your brother and your friend are over, obviously, stay with them,” I said to the older man.

Dallas’s head tipped to the side and his hand went up to pull at the collar of his T-shirt for a second, the tips of his fingers brushing against the bottom of the eagle head that I was pretty sure started right at the sensitive notch at his throat. “Uh….” He trailed off.

She was here with him. This lying, cheating, douchebag who had given me a hard time when he was…. It’s none of my business. None.

“Don’t worry about it,” I rushed out. “You can get leftovers another day if you want. I figured you wouldn’t take my money if I offered it.” My voice sounded a little tight and weird but not too horrible. “Unless you do.”

Dropping his hand to his pockets, Dallas took a step forward, closing the door behind him. His foot propped the screen door open as he locked his gaze on me. He wasn’t wearing any shoes, and I noticed how big his feet were. “It’s not that. I’d like dinner, and I’m sure Nana Pearl would too, it’s just… Jackson and his girl of the week just got here. I haven’t seen him in a couple of weeks.”

Why it felt like a weight had been lifted off my chest, I had no idea. But I could feel the difference. What were the chances he wouldn’t see it?

“I get it,” I croaked out before clearing my throat. Get it together. Was he trying to get me to invite Jackson and his friend over too? I couldn’t tell. That didn’t seem like Dallas behavior, but… I was such an idiot. Why would I think he’d actually have a woman over?

Because I was an idiot. That was why. Shit.

Like with most decisions in my life, I thought of my mom and what she would tell me to do and sighed. “Come over. It should be ready in an hour. You can bring him and his friend if you want. I mean, I’m not Italian and my spaghetti isn’t amazing, but this little squirrel thinks it’s all right.”

“It’s good,” my mini partner in crime chimed in.

Dallas’s mouth twitched as he glanced at the boy. “You think so, bud?”

Lou nodded, totally exaggerating. “Almost as good as chicken nuggets,” he confirmed.

“Better than chili?”

There was no hesitation. “No.”

I slanted him a look.

Raising his gaze back to me, my neighbor let out a sigh. “You sure about inviting them? He’s….” That hand went back to his collar to tug, exposing more of that brown ink over surprisingly tan skin. He swallowed a lot harder than I would expect he needed to do. “There’s a lot of sh—tuff you don’t know.”