ANTHONY’S POV
Shit! Shitshitshitshitshit!
I did not think this through.
I knew I wasn’t a master of stealth and I most definitely didn’t have a single drop of detective blood in me, but I was certain, at the very least, that I would be able to hide and observe from a distance. Dousing Blake in hot soup was not in any way me being hidden and saying hi to him and Stella was most definitely not me keeping my distance.
I had not intended for this kind of chaos to ensue in such a fine dining establishment, but like I said earlier, I was no master of stealth and instead of being a semi-good detective, I was a clutz.
When I saw the waiter approach, I thought he was coming to yell at me for hiding behind a pillar and spying on Blake and his mom with the camera that I borrowed from Anderson to
