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As far as I know, no one knows about the painting, particularly since Blake gave me his word it would never be on display.
“I told you,” Dale has straightened up again. “Blake fucks all his models.”
I feel a ringing in my ears and the world goes a little out of focus. Don’t take the bait, I remind myself.
To distract myself I make a fist and dig my fingernails into the palms of my hands until it hurts.
Searching for something suitable to say, I’m distracted by a commotion behind me.
The poodle, Dale, and I turn around at the same time.
No words can express how relieved I am to see my salvation has just arrived.
Chapter 22
Katherine
“Sorry, sorry!” Robin apologies after almost knocking a waiter down. With her cheeks flushed, she makes her way toward me, and I notice the expression on her face. To say it is dark as storm clouds is an understatement.
“What are you doing?” She demands, her attention entirely on Dale.
He raises an eyebrow in pretend shock.
“I though this is a free country and anyone could eat here. Am I mistaken?”’
Robin hates pretentious assholes and that is exactly how Dale sounds. I also know she hasn’t forgiven him for cheating on me.
What’s worse than a best friend out for vengeance? I pity Dale, and my thoughts are racing to come up with a way to diffuse the situation.
“And I thought assholes were not served at this fine establishment.”
Dale curls his hand into a fist and takes a step toward Robin.
“Try it, sunshine, and you’ll be sorry.”
I’m desperate to come up with something. I hate a scene in public and I don’t want my friend to get hurt. I draw a blank.
“What are you going to do, shorty? Bite my knee caps?” Dale makes one of his smug smiles that makes you want to punch him right between the eyes.
Robin straightens her shoulders and stands on her tippy toes.
“Don’t tempt me.” She hisses at him and Dale laughs a metallic laugh.
“You’re so short you’ll probably not even reach those.”
I see Robin take a step toward Dale and it only makes him laugh harder.
“You know what Dale? I’m just the right height to grab your dick and balls and slice them right off. Your scrotum would make a great accessory for one of those gay guys over on Seventh Avenue.”
Obviously some of Robin’s words have an impact. Dale has taken a step backward.
Someone taps me on the shoulder.
“Your table is ready, Katherine.”
Relieved, I drag Robin away from the seething Dale.
As we make our way to our table, I hear Dale say something about no longer wanting to eat at a restaurant that gave their best table to a feral woman and her sidekick.
