“So… dinner,” Veronica said lightly, giving it just enough time after Grayson left to look innocent.
Betty shot her a look ‘the I know you heard everything kind’ but kept her tone even. “Yes. Dinner. Just dinner.” Veronica laughed, short and amused, the sound carrying far too much satisfaction. “Oh, please. There is nothing ‘just’ about this dinner.”
“Well,” Betty said, lifting one shoulder in a shrug, “there are things to talk about. I imagine he wants to be part of the child’s life. So this is very necessary.”
“Necessary,” Veronica echoed, drawing the word out as she leaned back against the counter, arms folding loosely. A smirk tugged at her lips.
“Right. Because those kinds of conversations absolutely require mood lighting and a waiter.”
“It’s a public place,” Betty pointed out qu
