Lucas, his usual sly smile in place, kept his eyes on Emma’s retreating figure. "I didn't ditch work. You set the meeting, and we agreed to meet here, remember?"
He and his friend had arrived before Emma, though she hadn't noticed them.
Lucas’s friend asked, "So, is it really that woman who set up her own friend?"
"Yep," Lucas replied, taking a sip of his coffee. Emma was already lost in the crowd, nowhere to be seen.
He looked back at his friend with a grin. "And it was my intel that led her to the mistress."
"What?" His friend, in the middle of a sip, nearly choked on his coffee.
"You... Since when did you start to get involved in this kind of thing now? No, wait, this isn't the Lucas Morgan I know! Have you been possessed by some kind of devil?" His friend's face was a picture of
