Chapter 2: Opening Arguments
At the table, Ms. Robbins' face was a frozen mask. I watched the muscles in her jaw clench. "Eddie Hayward," she said. Annoyance dripped from every syllable.
"Ms. Robbins," I said.
"Forgive me for not getting up. You're literally the last person I expected to see tonight."
"Expected?" I asked. "Or wanted?"
She cracked a cold smile. A pointed tongue slid across her teeth. "There's that Hayward charm. What are you doing here?"
I should have excused myself. I should have screamed and run for the lobby doors. Maybe it was the scotch but I was having too much fun. My heart was pumping. My adrenaline spiked. There was zero chance I was getting tipped tonight (much less taking this woman to bed) but I couldn't resist needling the witch one last time. I slid out
