Chapter FiveWHITNEY LOOKED DOWN at her phone. In all that tapping of icons, she’d somehow managed to phone Bruce. She didn’t mean to.
“Bruce,” she said. “I’m sorry. I called you by accident.”
“You don’t sound so good. Are you dizzy again? Did you faint?”
“No, nothing like that,” she told him, but he must have run from the table to the back hallway, because he was by her side in seconds.
Grasping her shoulders, he said, “Whitney, you’re trembling. What’s wrong? What happened?”
“Nothing,” she replied. She wouldn’t look him in the eye. “I need to... go.” She pointed to the ladies’ room, then slipped away from him to enter inside. He wouldn’t follow her. Or maybe he would. Hard to say. They’d only just met.
When she emerged from the restroom, Bruce was standing just where
