On my way.
She put her phone in her bag and stood up.
"Clara," she called toward the kitchen. "I'm heading out."
……..
Across the city, Dashiell read her reply and said nothing.
But the corner of his mouth moved. Just slightly, but enough that Joel Ford, sitting across him and who had witnessed Dashiell’s various moods for years, noticed it, and his eyes narrowed at that.
"You haven't touched your drink," Joel said. He was leaning back in his chair with one ankle crossed over his knee, turning his own glass between his fingers. "I didn't bring you here to watch you stare at your phone."
"You told me this was a business meeting," Dashiell said without looking up from his phone.
Joel smiled. "I lied."
"I know."
"And yet you came."
Dashiell set his phone face down on the table and l
