THIRTY-SIX
Jason drummed his fingers on the table as one of Tiffany's subordinates served breakfast and coffee. He willed the woman to leave, but she insisted on setting everything out on the table like their own private buffet. Couldn't she see the girl was ready to bolt? Every second she sat there, the hunted look in her eyes grew more and more pronounced. He'd do anything to make up for the mess he'd made yesterday. And he'd start...if only the waitress would take the hint and leave.
"Will there be anything else, sir?"
He shook his head. "We'll shout if we need you."
The waitress marched back to the kitchen.
As soon as they had the restaurant to themselves, Jason leaned across the table and whispered, "It was the frog, wasn't it? I went a bit too far for you with the frog-kissing.
