Page 11 of Champagne Nights

“I have to take this. Excuse me for a moment.” I stopped, and she stopped beside me.

“Go ahead.”

“You better have some news for me,” I answered.

“We might. We went to your office and saw you hadn’t been in. Are you coming in today?”

“I could if you had something good.”

“I think we do, Mr. Klein.”

“I’m on my way.” I ended the call and placed my phone in my pocket. “I’m sorry, Aubrey, but that was work. I have to go into the office.”

“It’s fine.” She smiled.

“Can we resume this later on tonight?” I asked.

“Sure. Why don’t you come over for dinner? I’ll cook you a nice meal.”

“You cook?” I asked in confusion.

“Yes.” She laughed. “Hard to believe. Isn’t it?”

“No. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to?—”

“No worries, Mr. Klein. I get it all the time. It’s hard for people who have sight to understand.”

“Let me take you home. My driver is already here.”

“You have your own driver?”

“Yes. His name is Harry. That way, I’ll know where you live when I come over later.”

“Thank you. I appreciate it.”

We walked out of Shakespeare Garden, and Harry was waiting for us with the limo door open.

“Harry, I would like you to meet Aubrey Callahan.”

“Hello, Aubrey.” He smiled as he held his hand out to her.

Looking at him, I mouthed and pointed to my eye. “She’s blind.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Harry.” She placed her hand in his and then slid into the backseat.

Harry shot me a look and then shut the door after I climbed in.

“We’re taking Miss Callahan home first, and then I need to go to the office.”

“Your address, Miss Callahan?” Harry asked.

“200 East 82nd Street.”

“You’re an Upper East sider, eh?”

“Yes, I am. Where do you live?” she asked.

“In a townhome on West 88th Street.”

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