favorite
neighborhood place.”
“No, I’ll save the beer
for another time.” He turned to me and asked, “Do you like champagne?” I tried
to break my train of thought away from his relationship with Sandy and
concentrate on him. I nodded, and he ordered two glasses of Veuvé Clicquot. Sandy
raised an eyebrow and looked at me, as if to say, Aren’t you a lucky bitch?
My jealousy was raging,
but I had to keep it under wrap. “How do you know Sandy?” I asked Adam,
feigning only slight interest when I was burning to know every detail.
“We go back a ways,” he
said. “I met her when she was waitressing at Arturo’s years ago, and we’ve just
kept in touch along the way.”
Kept in touch…how
much touching? Was she one of the
women he’d known whom he’d referred to the other night at TJ’s?
“That’s cool,” I said, my
excitement dwindling by the minute.
The champagne arrived,
and thankfully it was getting busier, so Sandy couldn’t hang around and make
small talk.
Adam handed me a glass
and clinked. “Here’s to being breathless,” he toasted. I smiled, trying to
shake off the foul mood that was brewing inside me. The champagne would
certainly help.
Within a few minutes,
the hostess came to tell us our table was ready. I had polished off the
champagne, attempting to lighten up and relax a bit. Sandy came over to settle
the tab. She eyed my glass and gave Adam a look like, This chick’s a lush .
I was probably reading too much into it, but that’s the way she made me feel.
She handed Adam the
receipt to sign and said with a wink, “Come in and visit with me sometime soon.
I’ve missed you.” My blood was boiling again, but I desperately tried not to let
it show.
“Thanks, Sandy, I
will.”
As we walked toward our
table, a stunning, lanky blonde was bee lining it straight toward Adam. She was
almost as tall as he was and dressed in a sophisticated black linen sheath
dress with exquisite silver and turquoise jewelry to set off her equally
blue-green eyes. Her hair was wrapped in a perfect figure-eight with just a few
wisps loose around her exquisite face. She and Adam embraced and kissed each
other on both cheeks. I was mortified. I felt like a twelve-year-old in my
first party dress next to this goddess. He held both of her hands in his and
talked with her softly for a minute. When he turned to me, I must have looked stunned.
“Oh, Emily, this is
Sophia,” he said, smiling.
She didn’t offer me her
hand. She just nodded in my direction and said, “Hello.”
I glared at Adam. “Nice
to meet you,” I said, gritting my teeth. I managed to squeeze out, “Excuse me,”
as I pushed past her and Adam, and ran out the front door.
A taxi had just pulled
up, delivering a couple coming to enjoy an evening at Alfredo’s. There was a
God…. I hopped in and told the cab driver, “Take me to Two Brothers’ Bar. Fast!”
My phone was already buzzing. He was trying to call me. I switched it off and began
to cry.
Chapter 4
Bec had a healthy group
of customers, but there was an open seat near the end of the bar that had my
name on it. I fell into the stool and dropped my head onto my crossed arms.
“Em, are you all right?!
What did that jerk do to you? For what it’s worth, you look amazing!”
“Oh, Bec, I’m such a
fool.” Tears streamed down my face. She put a glass of wine in front of me,
along with a few napkins to wipe away the tears.
“Take a deep breath and
tell me what happened.”
“I don’t know why I
ever thought this was real. I don’t know why I believed someone like him could
be attracted to someone like me.”
“What’s he got that’s
so special? He doesn’t deserve you!” she declared.
“I was such an idiot
not to find out more about him before I let myself get so into him. He asked me
the other night if I was seeing anybody, and it never even occurred to me to
ask him if he was. He’s so sexy and so seductive. I knew there had to have