Chapter 47

Wills turned his hand beneath mine, and we were palm to palm.

“Who were those two men who stopped you by the bar?”

“Hmm? Oh, just a couple of men I know from work.”

The light went on. “That’s where I saw him before.”

“Excuse me?” He released my hand and sat back in his chair.

“In your company’s newsletter.”

He straightened. “What?”

“Yeah. It was folded up in your suit jacket when you came home sick from work last month.” It occurred to me that I hadn’t seen it since then.

“Oh.” He relaxed.

“Yeah. There was a picture of your secretary—I had no clue you had one.”

“Ms. DiNois. She’s about a thousand percent better than the woman I had last spring.”

“Tell me about her.”

“She could never get my coffee straight. Oh, you mean Ms. DiNois.” He grinned when I kicked him lightly under the table. “Well, she does get my coffee straight.”

“As long as she knows you’re not!” I muttered.