“What?”
“Matthews is here.”
“Who?”
Nodding in the direction behind me, he shakes his head. “Remember the guy you pissed off at McGuire’s? He and his wife are about 4 tables behind you. We’re gonna have to walk right past them.”
“Wait, he’s married?” I can’t help but laugh out, trying to maintain the volume.
“Yeah,” he nods his head. “You’d be surprised how often the married guys on the force cheat on their wives.”
“I don’t think I would be.” Although what surprises me is the revulsion that lines Eli’s face as he says it.
“Okay, so here’s the plan. You go to the bathroom. I’ll go outside.”
He gives me a questioning look.
“Trust me. You wait a few minutes and sneak out don’t let his wife see you.”
“Why don’t you just have the valet pull the truck around?”
“Because if he follows me out, he’ll recognize it as yours.”
He just nods.
“This way, if he follows me, I can lead him away and make him leave. You get the truck. If he doesn’t follow me out, cause he would honestly be an idiot to… then sneak by and it’s not an issue.” I laugh.
“Okay.” He pauses. “Which way?”
“What?”
“When you walk away from the restaurant, which way are you going?”
“Right.”
“Okay.”
Glancing over in their direction, he stands and hastily makes his way to the bathroom.
Standing up, I grab my purse off the table before heading towards the door.
Sure enough, I can feel the second his eyes land on me; the feeling makes me want to step outside my skin.
Leaning against the wall, I hear the door open, and footsteps stop right next to mine.
“You clean up nicely.” Matthews says.
“Great…” I mutter as if I wasn’t aware he was actually here.
Pushing myself off the wall, I turn right, heading in the direction I told Eli I’d walk in.
I’m not sure if I stunned him by walking off, if he’s trying to call my bluff, or if he’s trying to weigh how pissed off his wife will be, because he waits for a few minutes.
“Oh, why are you walking away?” he asks me.
“I was waiting for my car, but I’d rather walk than wait there being accosted by you.”
“Accosted?” He keeps up with my pace. “Sweetheart, don’t you know I am the law?”
