shrieked and laughed.
âThereâs a lot of humanity around here,â she said as she passed him the green salad.
âI like it. Being around kids is fun. They always have the most interesting questions and so much curiosity about what life is like everywhere. Thatâs what I got asked the most when I traveled. Is America really like the movies?â He grinned. âThat and if Wolverine was real.â
âWhat did you say?â
âThat he was one of the good guys.â
She laughed. âI didnât know the two of you were close.â
âI donât like to talk about it.â
âFoolâs Gold must seem so small,â she murmured, and cut into her steak. âHow do you stand being away from your bromance?â
âHe texts me all the time. Sometimes it gets annoying.â
She nodded. âI can imagine. Speaking of famous people, have you seen your dad?â
âKilljoy.â
âShould I take that as a yes?â
Del leaned back in his chair. âI stopped by the house and saw both my parents. My father wanted to talk about Nick wasting his talent.â
Maya remembered how Ceallach had always preferred the three younger sons. The ones who took after him. âI suppose thereâs some comfort in consistency.â
âThatâs the optimist in you. I prefer to think of my father as...â He reached for his glass. âNo reason to go there.â He sipped. âYes, I saw my father and he seems well.â He glanced at her. âAre you going to be helping my mom with the plans for my dadâs party?â
âIâve offered. Why?â
âBecause itâs a lot for her to do on her own.â
âYou could take care of some of it.â
âIâll do my best, but you know halfway through, sheâll take it all away from me and explain how she can do it better.â
Maya sighed. âYes, she will. Elaine does like to maintain control over every situation.â
âSo do you.â
âI wish. I gave up control a long time ago. A hazard of the job. There are a million things that can go wrong on any given story and Iâve had to deal with them all.â
âIs that why you left television?â
âPartly. I left because I was tired of beating my head against a wall that was never going to give way.â She frowned. âIs that whatâs supposed to happen? The wall gives way? You break through. Man, I hate it when I donât think through a cliché.â
He grinned at her. âGood to know youâre not perfect.â
âIâm far from that.â
Miles
, she thought.
Miles and miles.
Although being with Del was nice. More comfortable than she would have thought. Heâd always been easy on the eyes, but sheâd thought there might be some tension between them. Because of how things had ended.
Apparently not. Here they were, having dinner as if they were old friends. She took a bite of steak. Maybe they were. Maybe theyâd both moved on enough that the past didnât matter.
âThereâs no Mr. Farlow?â he asked, the question unexpected.
âUh, no. What about you?â
âNo Mr. Mitchell,â he said, his eyes bright with amusement.
She groaned. âYou know what I mean.â
âHey, my romantic life was public knowledge.â
It had been, she thought. âThat kind of comes with being semifamous and then dating a beautiful figure skater,â she said gently.
âSemifamous.â He pressed a hand to his chest. âWay to go for the kill shot.â
She rolled her eyes. âOh, please. You know what I mean. You were known, but not a tabloid regular. Plus, youâre not interested in fame.â
âYou sure about that?â
She studied him for a second, then nodded. âAbsolutely.â
He picked up his wine. âYouâre right. I never liked that part of dating Hyacinth. There were choices made to