He was no longer the police informant Barlow.
Now, he was just Carlow.
âSo when are you going to finally tell Miss Glyn?â Hyatt asked.
Carlow grinned.
âItâs better this way, isnât it? Iâll woo her as Carlow.
â
Hyatt smirked.
âIsnât she still pining for the old you, though?â
Carlow smirked back as he played with his cup.
âIâll show her sheâs fickle.
â
Hyatt chuckled.
âYouâre a wicked one, Carlow.
â
âItâs fun, isnât it?â
âNo, thatâs some twisted humor.
â
Meanwhile, Lyndon dropped Elma and Sheldon at the Owmale Hotel entrance.
âThanks, Mr.
Fernandez.
Why not have a bite to eat with us?â Elma said to Lyndon as she stepped out of the car, holding Sheldon.
Checking his watch, Lyndon said, âThank you, but I must decline on this occasion.
â
Elma glanced at Sheldon, who held Lyndonâs finger.
âDad, come eat with us.
Tildaâs struggling and sheâs treating.
You should pay.
â
Lyndon chuckled, lifting Sheldon.
âAlright, letâs go.
â
How could he say no to such a cute request?
Sheldon grinned, holding onto Lyndon tightly.
Elma smiled, giving him a thumbs up.
With such a smart kid around, would Tilda and Lyndonâs relationship have any problems?
Following the waiterâs lead, the trio found Rosalynnâs reserved private room.
Opening the door, Lyndon hesitated at the sight inside.
âRosalynn?â
He hadnât expected a girlsâ night out for dinner.
âLyndon? Come on in.
â
A smile sparkled in Rosalynnâs eyes after the initial surprise.
Lyndon and Sheldon had arrived together! The connection between young and old was growing fast.
But what about the grown-ups?