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taking the edge off. "It's just dinner."
    I gave him a smile and with a nod from Jacob, the valet opened my door and I stepped out of the car. I ignored the part of me that knew it was a lot more than that. I breathed in and out as I clung to his arm and we breezed inside.
    All the sights and smells helped to dull the nerves and I relaxed as we turned to the dining room. The area was a sea of glossy, important looking people, the jewels and watches at their wrists glittering as brightly as the silverware on the table. I hel d my smile, believing that maybe, just maybe the night wouldn’t turn into a train wreck until I saw my mother. Her face was furious and disdain flowed off her in waves—and was directed at the waiter. We were easily fifty feet away, but I could still hear her words loud and clear.
    "What do you mean it’s twenty-five dollars for Perrier? I can buy it for two bucks at the drugstore down the street!"
    Oh God.
    I rushed forward, hoping she would put the crazy back in the box once she spotted me and Jacob. "Mom!"
    She turned her head back to the front and went from meltdown to Miss Congeniality. "Leila!" She swat the waiter away like she was the Queen of England as she stood up, holding out her arms. “It’s so good to see you!”
    I gave her an awkward hug before I stepped aside to introduce Jacob. "And this is-"
    "My future son-in-law!"
    Jacob let out an uncomfortable chuckle as she brought him in for a hug that lasted way longer than appropriate. “Mrs. Montgomery. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
    “Oh the pleasure’s all mine,” she said with a grating wink. My father gave Jacob a sturdy handshake once my mother released him and flashed me an apologetic half smile.
    I settled in my seat, trying to ignore the warmth of the gaze of the other patrons. Their disapproving eyes were as unnerving as cameras flashing. When our waiter gauged he wouldn't be chewed out again over the price of water, he breezed back to the table. I barely let him get a word out before I ordered the biggest martini they had.
    "Hard day at work?" Mom didn’t even bother masking her judgment.
    "Something like that," I answered with a tight smile.
    I could tell she wanted to push the subject, maybe give me a lecture about how it wasn't lady like to drink, but she let it go. "It must be so glamorous working with celebrities." She leaned forward, dropping her voice to a near whisper. "Working with anyone interesting?"
    I glanced at Jacob and he gave me a nod. "Right now we're working with Cade Wallace."
    She exchanged a look with my dad and he shook his head. "You know I don't keep up with that stuff, sweetheart."
    She turned back to me, her forehead scrunched in concentration. "There's something familiar about that name..." She snapped her fingers as it dawned on her. "Cade Wallace! That bulky, Captain America looking action star with the strong jawline?"
    "That's him," I said with a weak laugh. My smile faltered when I realized why she remembered his jawline at all. Oh no…
    "If memory serves, Lay had quite the crush on him."
    Jacob perked. "Is that right?"
    "I don't know if I'd c all it a crush, Mom." I smoldered.
    I must have been naive to think that this meet the parents might go any different than the others. I'd turned down an offer for Jacob and I to come over for a home cooked meal, remembering my mother bringing out the photo album for the first guy I'd brought home. The second had to endure Mom's frighteningly descriptive honeymoon with Dad after she found out we were going on a cruise. “It’s really not that big of a deal.”
    "Oh please," she snickered. "You had posters of the man plastered all over your dorm." She winked at Jacob. "All the other girls swoon over Leonardo DiCaprio, but not my Leila. She liked her men with extra testosterone."
    I hoped my mother's dated intel would lessen the blow of revealing that I was a fan of Cade ’s, but I could already tell that she'd ruffled Jacob's feathers. The hand on