“I wouldn’t say cute,” Cook felt compelled to say.
Rathe ignored him. “What reason did he say for changing his plans?”
“Business,” shrugged Carla, as though there was never any other reason for a change in Harry Mack’s plans. “Something came up, something urgent.”
“Did he say what?”
“No. Never does.”
“So you have no idea what this urgent meeting was about?”
Carla rolled her eyes. “I’ve said, haven’t I?”
“Weren’t you angry, though?”
“A bit,” she purred, “if I’m honest. I was looking forward to my dinner for one thing.”
Rathe leaned forward. “And for another thing… ?”
Carla’s eyes drifted from his to her glass, but the battle was short lived and Rathe’s intense stare won the war. “Maybe I didn’t like what sort of business Harry was talking about.”
Cook sneered. “You know what sort
