"How goes it?"
Noah looked up from his cell hone as Jeff dropped into the seat across the table from him.
"Better than I figured, not as good as I'd like." He gave his friend a rueful grin. "About the way it usually goes."
The waitress came by to take Jeff's drink order and leave them menus. Noah had chosen to meet at the River Walk, the number one tourist attraction in Texas and a place he had always loved. Paved walkways wound around on both sides of the narrow San Antonio River, lines with restaurants and shops and other business that were tourist-oriented. Casa Rio, where the two men were having lunch, was the first place he'd ever taken Randi. They had come back frequently and today he wanted to relive those memories as well as feel the connection. He had a lot of work to do to re
