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Ыоуве Been Warned :: Patterson James
Страница: 97 из 138Idon’t believe her, but she swears it’s true.
“I bet he was using the enlarge button,” quips Beth.
We laugh and order, and by the time our food arrives, the conversation has made its way around to my job and the wonderful Penley.
“Let me guess,” says Beth. “While we’re stuffing our faces, the Pencil’s at the gym, burning off her last remaining calorie.”
“She definitely is a gym rat,” I say. “Though right now she’s out in Greenwich for some charity lunch.”
“You know, we really should meet her,” says Connie.
Beth raises a brow. “Why on earth would we want to do that? ”
“Yeah, you’re probably right. What do you think, Kris?”
“I think she’s better left to your imagination,” I say with a chuckle. God, that feels good.
Connie smiles and digs back into her chef’s salad. I’m reaching for my iced tea when Beth starts to giggle. She’s looking out the window.
“Check out that serious PDA going on across the street,” she says, pointing.
Connie and I follow her finger to see a man and woman engaged in a serious lip-lock right under a “Don’t Walk” sign. There’s not an inch of daylight between them as their “public display of affection” seems to last forever. Eventually, the woman pulls back, playfully pushing the man while glancing about as though to see if anyone’s watching.
“Omigod!” I sputter.
Connie and Beth turn to me in unison. “What is it?” asks Connie.
“That’s Penley!”
“Are you serious, Kris? You’re joking, right? Tell me you’re joking.”
“I thought you said she was out in Greenwich,” says Beth.
“I know. That’s what she told me.”
The three of us look back out the window. The man is whispering something in Penley’s ear. Sweet nothings, it appears.
“Wow,” says Beth. “You never mentioned how good-looking her husband is.”
“You’re right,” I say. “Only that’s not her husband.”
Chapter 76
I JUMP UP FROM MY CHAIR, jolting the table and nearly knocking over my iced tea. I sprint for the door with a hurried “good-bye” to my friends.
“Kris, wait!” I hear Connie call.
But I don’t. I can’t. This could be important, a key to unraveling everything.
Spilling out of the restaurant, I immediately look across the street. The “Don’t Walk” sign now reads “Walk.” And Penley’s gone.
So is Stephen. Tall, dark, and handsome Stephen.
“I bet he was using the enlarge button,” quips Beth.
We laugh and order, and by the time our food arrives, the conversation has made its way around to my job and the wonderful Penley.
“Let me guess,” says Beth. “While we’re stuffing our faces, the Pencil’s at the gym, burning off her last remaining calorie.”
“She definitely is a gym rat,” I say. “Though right now she’s out in Greenwich for some charity lunch.”
“You know, we really should meet her,” says Connie.
Beth raises a brow. “Why on earth would we want to do that? ”
“Yeah, you’re probably right. What do you think, Kris?”
“I think she’s better left to your imagination,” I say with a chuckle. God, that feels good.
Connie smiles and digs back into her chef’s salad. I’m reaching for my iced tea when Beth starts to giggle. She’s looking out the window.
“Check out that serious PDA going on across the street,” she says, pointing.
Connie and I follow her finger to see a man and woman engaged in a serious lip-lock right under a “Don’t Walk” sign. There’s not an inch of daylight between them as their “public display of affection” seems to last forever. Eventually, the woman pulls back, playfully pushing the man while glancing about as though to see if anyone’s watching.
“Omigod!” I sputter.
Connie and Beth turn to me in unison. “What is it?” asks Connie.
“That’s Penley!”
“Are you serious, Kris? You’re joking, right? Tell me you’re joking.”
“I thought you said she was out in Greenwich,” says Beth.
“I know. That’s what she told me.”
The three of us look back out the window. The man is whispering something in Penley’s ear. Sweet nothings, it appears.
“Wow,” says Beth. “You never mentioned how good-looking her husband is.”
“You’re right,” I say. “Only that’s not her husband.”
Chapter 76
I JUMP UP FROM MY CHAIR, jolting the table and nearly knocking over my iced tea. I sprint for the door with a hurried “good-bye” to my friends.
“Kris, wait!” I hear Connie call.
But I don’t. I can’t. This could be important, a key to unraveling everything.
Spilling out of the restaurant, I immediately look across the street. The “Don’t Walk” sign now reads “Walk.” And Penley’s gone.
So is Stephen. Tall, dark, and handsome Stephen.