Chapter 66
“Ah, so you do know,” she said, nodding and moving towards the table he’d pointed at. “I was wondering.” She sat, and then waited for Gerry to sit down across from her. “And no, I shouldn’t be. My work is done. I don’t obsess over every little detail anymore. I do what I’m paid to do, and then I leave. One gets older, one gets wiser.”
She paused to order a glass of wine from the server that appeared at their table and then sat back, staring at Gerry with a small smile on her face. “Should you?”
Gerry dragged his finger around the lip of the glass and smiled when it offered him a peep. “Probably.” He shook his head. “Yes, I mean. I should. That’s what I’m here for, anyway.”
“But?”
He waved at the table. “But I am doing what I do so well—sitting here listing excuses while my window of opportunity fades away.”
Deidre lifted an eyebrow. “Still haven’t quite found your balls yet, Fawn?”
“Hey, now.”