have to work late.”
“Again?”
“We’re dealing with the account from the conference.”
The lie came so easily that I almost admired it.
“Then Friday?”
“Friday works.”
I leaned over and kissed his cheek.
“Good.”
The following day, Grant left the office early and drove to the restaurant.
Tessa waited at a table near the back.
I sat in a rented car across the street, listening through her phone.
Grant arrived twelve minutes late.
“What do you want?” he asked before he even sat down.
essa kept her voice calm.
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