Not yet, anyway.
Audrey glanced over at the bar. The older couple sitting there now looked as though they were paying off their tab, so in a minute or two, she and Michael would be the only occupants of the wine bar. Well, except for Candy, who kept shooting glances in their direction, as if she couldn’t quite figure out what the two of them were doing there.
Good question.
Well, aside from the most obvious. After that nightmarish encounter, they’d both needed a drink, and getting one at a public place like this seemed a lot less fraught than going back to her house. Audrey realized then that she didn’t have any idea where Michael lived; his biographies all said he lived in Los Angeles, but L.A. was a big place. His house could be anywhere from Pacific Palisades to the funky hillside re
