Chapter 5“If it bothers you, tell me what I can do to help,” said Wolfe, placing his soupspoon on the saucer beside his empty bowl.
Blythe looked up at him, blinking innocently. “If what bothers me?”
His moist lips twisted in a shrewd smirk. He discreetly c****d his head in the direction of a nearby table and lowered his voice so the other three couples at their own table couldn’t overhear his words. “You know what I’m talking about. You’ve barely touched your Vichyssoise.”
“I’ve never been a fan of potato leek soup.”
“Nor the shrimp cocktail or the mesclun greens salad, apparently?”
“Well, no, not really.”
“I see. So you’re a finicky eater. I thought perhaps the rude and continual stares from your ex-in-laws might be destroying your appetite.”
Bull’s eye! A direct hit to the center
