“Uh…yes. But he wants me home.”
She nodded. “In that case, we’d better go.” She handed me the backpack. The chair legs scraped the floor as she pushed it back and rose. A couple of the diners turned to watch us as we walked to the counter.
I wouldn’t let myself falter to a halt, but I asked out of the corner of my mouth, “Are they…?”
She shook her head, and I blew out a breath. Geez, I was becoming paranoid.
The woman came over to us. “Problem, kids?”
“I’m sorry, we need to be on our way. Could we have our order to go?”
“Sure thing. I’ll tell Cliff to hurry it up.”
“Thanks, we appreciate it. How much do we owe you?” I took out my credit card again and handed it to her.
* * * *
Spending the day at the beach left me as parched as Death Valley, and as we walked to the car, I sucked up some soda from the cup I held.
I pressed the button on the remote that unlocked the car’s doors. “Put the food on the backseat, okay?” I placed the cup on the roof of the car.