We are having lunch at the hotel’s grand patio. It is on the ground floor and is a spectacular sight because it consists of a beautiful fountain set into painted cobblestone, and several tables arranged in a peculiar design around the fountain.
“So…how did the meeting go?” Louis asks no one in particular.
“Fine,” Neal mutters. His lips are downturned at the corners and he cuts into his fish with more force than is necessary.
Louis rolls his eyes. “I know it was fine. I want details.” This time, he’s looking at me.
“Well, we…”
“I said it was fine!”
Neal’s growl makes me jump. Louis just rolls his eyes again and reaches for his wine glass.
Agatha leans closer to Neal and touches his arm.
“Is everything okay?” she inquires gently, “You seem agitated.”
“I’m fine,” he says quickly, “J
