34That Night, Hamilton, Bermuda"Don't do it." Ishi shook her head as she cut off a bite of braised lamb shank. "Please don't do it."
Hours after the Dicklympics kickoff reception, Simon sat across from her in an elegant restaurant in downtown Hamilton. He'd expected to have a planning session over dinner, but instead, she was giving him grief about having a plan in the first place.
Simon frowned and swallowed some wine. "But it's a good plan. You said so yourself."
"I said it might work." Ishi shrugged. "Now I'm saying I have a bad feeling about this."
Irritated, Simon looked away. The dimly lit restaurant was crowded with couples, smiling and holding hands by candlelight. "Well, I have to do something."
Ishi gave him a funny look. "Do you love him? Do you love Horne Shaw?"
