Chapter 25
Allison had called to ask if I’d join her for lunch at the Café Montpelier on the lobby floor of the Madison Arms. I really hoped she wasn’t going to tell me she was about to divorce her present husband.
I checked my lynx coat, and the hostess led me to Allison’s table. She rose and we kissed each other’s cheeks.
“I really appreciate you meeting me. I had to get out of the house.” She glanced through the menu, then set it aside. “Did you want a cocktail?”
“No.” I smiled at our waitress. “I’ll have grapefruit juice over crushed ice, please.”
“Well, I’ll have a rumpletini.”
“Yes, Mrs.—uh—Dashwood.” The waitress went to put in our drinks order.
Allison sighed. “I have to stop getting married.” A slow flush covered her cheeks. “I must be out of my mind, Portia! Chance is two
