Diana had barely been gone before Drake followed.
The chairman’s speech continued on stage, but I barely heard a word of it. None of it registered.
My attention kept drifting toward the direction Diana had gone.
Ten minutes passed.
Then fifteen.
Finally Diana returned.
She slid back into her seat beside me, smoothing her dress as if nothing had happened. But something looked different. Her lipstick was slightly smudged, and the makeup near the corner of her mouth looked like it had been wiped and reapplied.
“Everything okay?” I asked quietly.
“Yes,” she replied quickly.
A few seconds later Drake returned.
He adjusted his collar as he sat down across from us.
That was when I saw it.
A faint red mark on the side of his neck.
Lipstick.
My throat suddenly went dry.
Drake had nev
