Alicia stood just outside the private room, took the bottle from the waiter, and pushed the door open. "Richard, here's the drink you asked for. I brought it up for you."
Richard's eyes darkened. "Miss Arnold, when did you start waiting tables at bars?"
Dressed in a fitted cheongsam that accentuated every curve, Alicia gave a soft laugh. A socialite like her waiting tables? How ridiculous. "Stop it, Richard. I'm just out having some fun tonight. I saw you and Byron come in, so I figured I'd drop by. I heard about Perry... I really am sorry. It's heartbreaking."
She'd been watching his every move. He'd barely landed back from abroad before showing up at the bar—clearly had a fight with Perry. Probably couldn't handle the news about the miscarriage. This was her best chance to get
