"You tell lies," she whispered, just as Terry McKay locked eyes with Nickie Ferrante on the screen.
"What do you mean?"he asked, tightening his hold on her waist.
"You’re not much in the romance department?Yeah, right."
She laced her fingers through his.
CHAPTERTWENTY-ONE
CLAIRE
Claire sat contemplating a second cup of coffee when a familiar ding echoed inside her quiet office.Good Lord!Can't you wait until I'm fully awake?Molly would hound her all morning, begging for the particulars from the night before.The sooner she replied, the sooner she could get on with her day.
Molly: Start from when you opened the door and saw him standing there.
Claire: Good morning to you too.
Molly: Sorry.Good Morning, Now spill it.
Claire: We had a very nice evening.
Molly: A nice evening?
Claire: Yep.
Molly: Nice?
Claire: That's what I said.
Molly: You know I hate nice.Such a shit word.You can do better than nice.
Claire: Like what?
Molly: Do I have to spell it out?
Claire: I have a conference call in a few minutes.
Molly: So you're just gonna leave me hanging?No play-by-play?
Claire: Precisely.Have a good day :)
Two seconds later her cell phone rang.
"Yes?"Claire answered coolly.
"Just what the hell do you think you're doing?"Molly asked in a huff.
"Being aloof?"
"Riddle me this.Did he spend the night or not?
"He did not."
"What!"Molly yelled.
Claire laughed."He kissed my hand at the door and left around one o'clock."
"You're kidding, right?On the hand?Really?”
