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He was reaching for his phone to call his wife when she entered the restaurant. A mini commotion ensued as the mass of men in the bar area turned to get a look. Several of them cut her off before she could get to the restaurant. Rapp was uttering profanities under his breath as he watched. Reporters, especially the TV variety, were celebrities in D.C.
She would have turned heads anyway, Rapp thought.
Anna Rielly was full of life. She had a smile that lit up the room, and a whole lot of confidence to boot. She carried herself like someone who knew exactly what she wanted and that was no front. Anna really did know what she wanted and she almost always got it.
Anna shook hands as she moved through the crowd quickly, but politely. She was good that way. She flashed her infectious smile, tossed her hair about, and laughed, but kept herself quartered at all times. She never let them fully engage her and suck her into a potentially lengthy conversation. She kept smiling and nodding and then pointed at her watch and then her husband located in the far corner of the restaurant.
“I’m sorry,” she apologized as she finally strode up to the table. “I was walking out the door when Sam called.” Sam was her producer in New York. “He wanted to go over tomorrow’s live shot for the Today show, and then he just kept talking and talking.” She made a puppetlike gesture with her hand, mimicking the chattering motion of a person’s mouth.
Rapp stood and kissed her on the cheek. His anger was already melting away, but he couldn’t let it go entirely. “It was nice of you to call.”
“I know,” she said in defense, “but by the time I got off the phone with Sam, Liz called me on my cell, so I just grabbed my bag and left.”
Liz O’Rourke was Anna’s best friend. He took her jacket and hung it on the hook at the end of the booth. Anna scooted in across the bench and he joined her on the same side. Rapp considered pointing out that she could have called Sam back on her mobile phone, but knew they’d simply end up in a fight. She’d just say he was the last person who should be complaining after all the nights she’d lain awake wondering if he was dead. It was better to just let it go.
“So,” she said, “would you mind telling me what’s going on?”
“What do you mean?” he asked. He had no idea what she was talking about.
“Well, when I was leaving work Jack Warch escorted me to my car.” She looked at him with her unwavering green eyes.
Rapp tossed his head to the side as if to say oh that, but nonetheless tried to downplay it. “Irene got a phone call from one of our allies. Supposedly some crazy Wahhabi has been shooting his mouth off that he wants to kill me.” Rapp said this with as much gravity as if he was announcing to her that they were out of her favorite Chardonnay.
“Lovely.” She sat back and folded her arms.
The waiter appeared with a glass of wine that Rapp had already ordered for her.
As soon as the man was out of earshot Anna said, “You must be pretty worried if you called Jack.”
Rapp considered this for a moment. He didn’t want to alarm her, but at the same time he didn’t want to make light of it. “I’m no more, or less, concerned than I normally would be. I had to talk to Jack about something else today, so I mentioned it to him. He’s offered before, so I decided it was a good idea to take him up on it.”
She looked at him with her reporter’s eyes, trying to detect how forthright he was being.
“Honey, I’m serious. I don’t want you to be alarmed, but at the same time I want you to be aware.”
“Fair enough,” she said after a few seconds.
The conversation turned to the more mundane topic of how their days had gone. Rapp neglected to mention his meeting with Ross. She ordered the sea bass, and Rapp ordered the New York Strip medium rare. He switched to red wine with his meal and Anna continued to nurse her glass of Chardonnay. The fish and the steak were perfect. She nearly finished hers, and he made it through half the juicy steak. Rapp had the other half boxed up for Shirley, their beloved mutt. The waiter approached with a dessert menu, and to Rapp’s surprise Anna took it. She never ate dessert. After the waiter left he teased her about this, and she played coy. Rapp let it go for the moment and asked about the O’Rourkes, their friends. Anna beamed with pride over how cute their little baby boy was, her godson, little Gabriel Seamus O’Rourke.
“I had lunch with Liz and precious Gabe today.” She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath through her nose. “I could just eat that little guy.”
Rapp smiled. Liz O’Rourke and Anna had been journalism majors together at the University of Michigan. They were impossibly close. They talked every day, at least once, and giggled like grade schoolers when they got together. Anna inhaled little Gabe every chance she got. Rapp had just watched. It wasn’t that he didn’t like babies, it was simply that when they were really little, in that infant stage, they seemed so frail. He could tell, though, by watching his wife, that the siren of maternity was calling to her. Rapp had asked her if it was time and without hesitation she had replied, “Not yet. Soon, but not yet.”
The dessert arrived. It was some triple chocolate mound of sin with a hunk of ice cream on top. It had to be over 2,000 calories. Rapp stared at it in awe as his wife dug in. After three bites she set her spoon down and said, “I have some big news.”
Rapp cringed, and thought, Please don’t tell me you’re getting promoted and they’re moving you to New York.
“Do you want to guess?”
“You got a promotion.”
“No.” She smiled. “I’m pregnant.”
Rapp didn’t move for several seconds. His mind was trying to cross the divide. As far as he knew, his wife was on the Pill.
“I know,” she said reading his expression, “but I took the test twice, plus I’m late.”
“But how?”
