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“Good evening, sir. Where are you?”

“Come to the house right away.”

I disconnected the call without giving him a chance to reply. I went back inside and approached our table, realizing Mira was arguing with the waiter.

“No, I didn’t order any of this, so take it back!” Mira yelled at the poor guy who was green-faced as if he was sick.

He looked at me, hoping I would save him from Mira’s tongue lashing. I sympathized with the poor guy. “What is the problem here?” I asked.

She turned her seething stare on me. “Did you place an order for me?”

"Yes, I did," I said and turned to the waiter. "Pack our meals. We’re leaving."

“Yes, sir,” the waiter said and scurried away, happy to get away from Mira’s wrath.

“You know, I’m an adult. I don’t need anyone to order for me. You don’t know me or what I like to eat,” Mira fussed.

“I had a little help with finding out what you like. Georgiana told me what you usually eat here.”

Mira’s mouth gaped open, but she remained silent as I picked up her handbag and pulled her to her feet.

“What’s going on?” she asked.

“We’re leaving. Come on,” I said.

“Is the dinner over just like that?” she asked.

“I’ve paid for our meals already, and the waiter will bring them to me outside.”

She grabbed her bag from me and headed toward the door. Everyone in the diner was staring at us, but I didn’t care. I walked out of the restaurant and grabbed her hand as she headed toward the parking lot.

“Let go of me!” she said, spinning on her heels. The fire in her eyes nearly burned me to a crisp. “Why did you invite me here if you knew there’s someplace you have to be?”

The waiter walked to us and stood at a safe distance. A valet brought my car around to where we were standing in the parking lot, and I opened the door. I still had a firm grip on Mira.

“What are you doing? Let go of me,” she cried out.

“I’m holding onto you because I’m afraid you’ll run away, and I need you to trust me,” I said. “I wouldn’t do anything to you, especially after the scene that just played out in the restaurant. I would be a prime suspect if anything happened to you.” I opened the passenger door of my car, and she started to protest when I said, “Get in, please.”

"I brought my own car," she said and pointed to her black Dodge Durango. “Why would I ride with you when I have my own transportation?”

“Your car will be safe here. I just want you to ride with me somewhere.”

"First tell me where we are going?"

“It’s a surprise, Mira, and I promise to behave. Get in.” I didn’t tell her about the doctor because I was sure she wouldn’t come with me if she knew what I was doing.

She looked at me suspiciously, raising a brow and prying her good hand from mine so she could cross her arms over her chest. “I don’t know about you, Levine.”

“Ward.”

“Yeah, Ward. You’re up to something,” she said, sliding into my car while searching my eyes to see if she could figure me out. “This had better be on the up and up,” she warned. “Or there is no more Nice Mira.”

If this was “Nice Mira,” I didn’t want to meet the other bitch living inside of her. I stepped back, collected the carrier bag from the waiter, and got into the car relieved she didn’t elope.

“First, you ordered my meal without consulting me, and now you are forcing me to go someplace with you. Is this how you handle women, Ward Levine?”

If only she knew how far this was from the norm. I didn’t ask any woman twice to spend time with me. They came along quietly and willingly.

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