“I did.” “Not enough,” Teague said. “Somebody appoint you my mother?” Laney asked, knowing she sounded like a cranky child but somehow unable to stop it. Her plate sat still half-full, even though the salmon she’d ordered was delicious. She just wasn’t hungry, even though Teague had somehow known her favorite local restaurant and given her little choice about coming with him. Even though sitting out on the restaurant patio in the summer sun usually fired her appetite for the fresh, locally caught fish that could well have come off one of the boats she could see at the dock from here. “Yes,” he answered. “Hayley.” That took the wind out of her annoyed sails. “Hayley?” That explained the restaurant choice, she guessed. She and Hayley had discussed it once when she’d brought in Cutter. “She’s worried about you. Thinks you’re not eating enough.”
