seamlessly Zoe had lied to yet another family member and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
âNeed menus?â
Zoe waved a hand, indicating she didnât. âBut Iâm sure Ryan does seeing as how heâs never been to a diner before.â
He caught the snicker in her voice and shot her a scowl. âIâd appreciate a menu,â he told Daphne.
The waitress handed him what felt more like a pile of laminated lead. âTake your time,â she said, but continued to stand over him.
He glanced from Daphne, who was beautiful in a more made-up way than her cousin, back to Zoe again.
Zoe let out an exaggerated sigh. âYou can go now, Daph.â
âAre you sure heâs just the social worker?â She leaned down, giving him a gratuitous view of her cleavage.
âIâm sure heâs just the social worker.â Zoe shook her head and laughed. âDaphne loves to snoop into her cousinsâ lives because she doesnât have a love life of her own.â
âAha! So you admit heâs more than a social worker.â
Zoe turned beet red. âI admit no such thing.â
âYou just did by the color in your cheeks.â
Ryan had never been around this kind of family teasing and he took pity on Zoe. âIâll have eggs over easy and white toast with butter,â he said hoping to distract Daphne from the more personal issues.
âTsk-tsk, cholesterol heaven. Iâll tell Dad to make it egg whites so youâll live a long, healthy life.â She snatched his menu. âYouâll have the usual, Zoe?â
She nodded and Daphne finally left them alone.
âSo whatâs the usual?â he asked.
âOld-fashioned French toast.â
âWhat makes it old-fashioned?â
She raised her eyebrows, obviously surprised. âOld-fashioned is made on regular bread, not the extrathick kind.â
âAha.â He glanced over his shoulder in time to see their waitress enter the swinging kitchen doors, then turned back to Zoe. âSo what do you do for a living?â he asked now that he was certain Cousin Daphne had disappeared.
Zoe leaned both elbows on the table and edged forward. âSo what makes you ask?â She knew Ryan had given her more information about himself than sheâd reciprocated, yet this sudden question took her by surprise.
He shrugged. âIâm not sure. You donât seem to be having much trouble helping me act the social worker role in front of your family. I mean look how easily you just lied to Daphne.â
She narrowed her gaze. âSo?â
âSo lying comes easily to you. I read about your familyâs cons. Iâve seen the old newspaper articles. The âAlien Twins Invade New Jerseyâ photograph in The National Enquirer ââ
âHey just because my mother put self-tanning lotion on us and we turned orangeââ
âA normal family wouldnât have leveraged it into a national spectacle.â
Zoe rolled her eyes and laughed at the memory. ââAll the news thatâs fit to print.ââ
âThat particular slogan belongs to The New York Times .â
Daphne arrived with their coffees, placing their cups on the table. Before Zoe could send her on her way, she said, âI know, I know, Iâm going. Iâll give you privacy.â Shaking her head, she walked away, her heels clicking.
âSo besides finding sensationalism amusing and protecting my family, what else am I doing wrong in your eyes?â Zoe asked.
He ran his hand through his hair, messing up that always perfect coif. âIt isnât wrong, itâs different. And Iâm allowing for it,â he admitted. âAll of you just take some getting used to.â
She grinned. âWe do tend to grow on you. Oh, and to get back to your original question, I used to be a Secret Service agent.â
âWow.â He leaned closer, staring at her