Chapter 18“Looking for someone in particular?”
Ruth halted her third scan of the crowded restaurant and stared across the table at Samuel. “I’m sorry—what?”
“Ruti, is something wrong?” he asked. “You seem distracted.”
“Long day,” she lied. “Truth is, I could use a drink.” Definitely not a lie.
“Coming right up.”
As Samuel signaled for a waiter, Ruth resumed her quiet surveillance of the surrounding patrons. So far so good—no familiar faces. Just her luck the hostess had seated them in the center of the room.
She thought she’d been so clever yesterday, surprising Samuel at the shop with an eat-in picnic, care of La Bussola. After putting the Out to Lunch sign on the door, he had whisked her up to his flat for a romantic afternoon. It was as Ruth was preparing to leave that he’d sugges
