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“Could you tell if you got closer?”
“I don’t know. I don’t think so.”
“Should we go over there? Confront him without actually confronting him?”
Adam throws his hands up in the air. “We’re not going over there. We’re staying here, finishing our dinner, and watching them.”
“Do you think they can see us?”
“If we can see them, they can see us. So try not to call attention to yourself.”
Our pot pies come, and I use the opportunity to glance around the server to see what Stephen and the blonde are doing. Nothing terribly revealing. Then again, it’s not as if they’re going to start groping each other in the middle of a Michelin-star restaurant.
Adam clears his throat. “Thanks,” he says to our server. When he leaves, Adam turns his attention to me. “Can you be any more obvious? Chill.”
“I just want to see what they’re doing. Maybe I should take a picture of them.” I reach in my handbag for my phone.
“Why? So you can blackmail them later?” He rolls his eyes.
“So I can show Hannah, you idiot.”
“And what the hell would that accomplish other than to destroy her? Let’s keep calm and watch them. Discreetly.” Adam holds up a finger. “Maybe you’re right, maybe it’s just a business meeting. Two lawyers eating at an expensive restaurant on a Google expense account, talking about legal shit. As you pointed out, it happens all the time.”
“He just got on his phone,” I whisper.
“How do you know that?”
I point to the mirror on the wall behind our table, which gives me an unobstructed view of Stephen and Legally Blonde. “Do you think it’s Hannah, looking for him?”
“How the hell would I know?”
“Call her. See if she’s on her other line.”
“Bad idea. You and I both know that one of us will wind up saying something.”
I steal another glance of them in the mirror. “Stephen’s off the phone now. They’re ordering.”
“Eat your lobster before it gets cold.”
How can he think of eating at a time like this? “Oh my God, it’s so good.” I fan my mouth with my hand as I try to swallow a huge bite full without scalding my tongue. “Hot. Be careful.”
“Jesus Christ, I can’t take you anywhere.”
“What’s he doing now? You look.”
Instead of using the mirror, he turns slightly to get a view of their table. “I can’t tell. The sommelier is standing right in front of them.”
“Are they ordering wine? Do you think that’s suspicious?”
“No. Why would it be?”
“I don’t know. If it’s a business meeting...it just seems weird.”
Adam shakes his head. “Boy, you don’t get out much. Every business meeting I’ve ever had involved some kind of alcohol.”
“You’re not an attorney,” I shoot back.
“Thank God for that.”
