“Just at the end when the bumble bee antennas came out. Weird that she had so many of those on hand. So weird.”
“You left her those too, didn’t you? She didn’t mention that.”
“I’m sure she had them hanging around for some other occasion.”
“How many of them were there?”
“Three dozen.”
“Shall I point out that you shouldn’t know that?”
“No, you shall not.”
“I had to talk her into it, you know.”
“You’re good at that. Talking people into things. You always have been. Just really, really good at your job. Everyone loves you.”
“No need to butter the bread on both sides, Crow.”
He elbowed me gently again. “Did he even come home for dinner?”
“We’re doing dinner tonight. His idea.”
“All right.”
“He made reservations.”
“Somewhere fancy?”
“I guess. The Westwind.”
“Nice. What time?”
“You’re not invited.”
“Wouldn’t want to be there. So what time should I avoid?”
“Crow.”
“Just to make sure I won’t be there.”
“Six. Don’t be there at six.”
He gave me a big wink. “Six o’clock. Got it.”
“No, you don’t got it. Don’t be there. At six.”
“Sure. Absolutely. I won’t be there. At the Westwind at six.”
“I will arrest you to keep you out of my private life.”
“You know,” he said, typing something on his phone, “if he wanted to be really romantic, he would have waited for the full moon.”
And for a moment, there was something I almost remembered. Something I knew I would be doing tonight, something about the moon, but it slipped from my reach, leaving a faint memory behind.
“New moon tonight, right?” I asked.
He was still typing. “Ask a Wolfe. They pay attention to things like that.” He swiped at the screen a couple times, then pocketed his phone.
