Kim was facing me, so I had Trey’s profile, but he was unlikely to see me. I knew I could count on Kim to stay in it until I gave her the signal.
I got a series of photos of him rubbing her arm and then to top it off, he leaned in and kissed her neck.
“Perfection,” I muttered. “This is borderline art.”
Pin snorted. “I hope the wife agrees.”
“Oh, she won’t,” I said. “But her lawyer will love these.”
I set my camera down. I had more than enough. It was time for the signal. I quickly took apart my camera and slipped it back into my bag. “Ok, I’m good.”
I leaned to the side so Kim could see me past Pin. Then I lifted my hand up to the chunk of my hair that fell over my collarbone and flicked it over my shoulder with a toss of my head for emphasis.
“A hair flip?” Pin asked. “That’s the super secret signal?”
“You should turn around now,” I said. “You’re gonna wanna see this show.”
Seven
Pin
I twisted in my chair as soon as Claire gave me the ok. It had been agony keeping myself from sneaking a glance at Kim.
Well, not total agony. Claire was more than a decent diversion. To be frank, she was downright hot when she was in her investigation element. But I still was dying with curiosity to see what was going on with Kim and Trey.
As soon as I turned around, Kim started to raise her voice so that it carried over to us.
“It’s so funny that you say that Trey,” Kim said. “Because I’ve heard I’mnotactually the one for you.”
Trey didn’t look scared yet, just confused.
“In fact, I’ve had it on really good authority that you have a wife,” Kim said.
A few people in the restaurant gasped aloud. Trey looked terrified.
“Baby, calm down,” Trey said. “Who told you that?”
“Oh, donotcall me baby,” Kim said, standing up so she could look down at Trey.
I glanced back at Claire. Her eyes were lit up with excitement. She looked like a kid on Christmas morning and it was totally cute. She wiggled her eyebrows at me.
“Told ya it would be good,” she whispered.
“Look, Trey, I’m not even angry,” Kim said. “Because I know you’re going to get what’s coming to you. I just feelbadfor you.”
By this point, the whole restaurant had fallen silent while Kim’s voice only got louder.
“Seriously,” Trey hissed through clenched teeth. “Don’t even think about going to my wife about this.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it,” Kim said.
Kim had one hand on her hip with her leg stuck out just so Trey could get the best view of what he was missing. Then, her every movement part of her performance for the crowd, Kim picked up her big glass of fancy red wine.
“Oh shit,” I muttered.
“My thoughts precisely,” Claire said.
Kim dumped the entire glass of wine onto Trey’s crisp white shirt. The restaurant erupted into cheers and the hostess even let out a loud whistle.
