CHAPTER NINE
KIERAN
I checked the time. Seven thirty. I had told her dinner would be at eight.
I picked up my phone and called down to the kitchen. "Change of plans for tonight's menu. I'll send you a list."
Twenty minutes later I walked into the private dining room where Melinda was already seated. She had changed into a different dress, this one a deep blue that brought out the color contacts she wore. Her makeup was fresh but I could see the slight redness around her eyes that meant she had been crying recently.
"Good evening," I said, taking my seat across from her.
"Good evening." Her voice was soft. Careful.
The staff began bringing out the first course. I watched her face as each dish was placed on the table. Shrimp scampi with extra garlic. Caesar salad with anchovies. Osso
