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table. “I may have some security issues at my business. I heard from Sophia you are the one to handle those, eh?”
    Roger’s question pulled him out of daydreaming about Amanda.
    For the love of . . .
    Regaining his faculties, Ryder looked over at him. “Absolutely, where’s your office located, Roger?”
    “Downtown. Right off Parker Place.” Roger tipped his head back. After draining his glass, he held it up to Smeth. “Jeffrey? Mind pouring me another, old chap?”
    Jeffrey rolled his eyes, but pushed out of his chair and grabbed the bottle on the way to Roger’s seat. Pouring half a glass into Roger’s goblet, he grumbled, “Save some for the rest of us, ya lush.”
    “Ha!” Roger patted Jeffrey on the back when he turned to walk back to his seat. “I’m the one who knows how to handle my liquor, son.”
    Jeffrey looked back at him with a snarl before he sat back down.
    “Oh Yes, I’m sure we can all recall a few weeks ago at The Club, Jef-frey how you stumbled after a few shots of whiskey.” Roger snickered.
    “I was not stumbling from drinking, you pompous ass!” Jeffrey glared at him. “I actually tripped on the damn rug. Sophia can definitely attest to that fact.”
    Sophia softly chuckled. “Boys, boys.”
    “Remember, Sophia?” Jeffrey pointed at Roger. “Tell them.”
    “Anything you say, Jeffrey darling.”
    “Ha.” Jeffrey puffed out-loud, cutting open a roll and slathered it with butter.
    Ryder thought that was an interesting exchange of words. And they were all friends with each other? These friends weren’t like his. The guys he hung out with in his spare time, looked and talked like mountain men compared to these prissies. Although the people at this table acted like a bunch of jellyfish they were taking shark bites out of each other. At least the conversation at the table tonight hit on interesting topics.
    When the immigration issue then came up, it was a rousing debate. Should the government allow undocumented immigrants to walk across the border and birth their children here and then those illegal children are deemed a United States citizen? It was clearly an emotional subject. Ryder realized that it was one of those hot topics people just avoided, kind of like religion. Especially since Harbor Falls was so close to the Mexican border.
    “I think the Mexican immigrants who are here illegally should leave on their own accord and come back the right way.” Sophia said then dug into her salad.
    Mimi’s head jerked up. “That’s an interesting point of view coming from you, Sophia, dear, considering―”
    “Considering?” Sophia interrupted Mimi and raised her eyebrows staring Mimi down; all the while she toyed with the stem of her wineglass.
    In the middle of eating his Caesar salad, Ryder choked when Mimi Carlyle spoke up; she’d been so quiet up until that point.
    “My mother died going between borders, “Mimi said quietly. “Worked in California as seasonal help. You Americans certainly wanted the Mexican immigrants around then.” Her face contorted with anger as she narrowed her eyes. “Americans use people and spit them out! All for your own benefit.”
    “Why do you act like it’s all my fault, Mimi?” Sophia reached across the table to grab her friend’s hand. “I’m sorry, darling, I forgot how emotional this issue is to you.”
    “Jeffrey, perhaps Mimi needs another glass of wine?” Roger looked over at Jeffrey pointedly.
    Jeffrey scooted out of his chair with the wine bottle. “Of course.”
    “There, there, darling,” Roger said soothingly to his wife and patted her other hand on the table.
    “Here you go, Mimi.” Jeffrey quickly refilled her glass.
    But the attempts to settle her down failed. Flinging her hands out, Mimi barely missed knocking over her wine glass.
    “You know nothing.” Mimi scrunched up her forehead. “My mother died going back and forth between the borders. You . . .” Mimi stopped and shook her head. “You people