Calista's POV
I chose the restaurant carefully.
Somewhere either of us would be recognized immediately, but not somewhere that would make him feel like he was being hidden. Men like Walden needed to feel like they were being taken seriously. A private booth at Austen's on the west side, which was quiet, with good lighting.
I arrived first like I always do at important meetings.
He came in at seven on the dot, which told he was a man who resented being kept waiting would never make someone else wait. He was tall, good looking in the way that had probably served him well for most of his life, wearing the kind of suit that was expensive enough to be noticeable and recent enough to be deliberate. He scanned the room when he walked in and found me before the host could direct him.
He had
