“Impossible?”
She conceded with a tip of her head, but she doubted it.
“What if he sees us?” Jo Ellen continued, wrapping the scarf around her head. “How do we explain why we’re gallivanting around Buckhead? We need to blend in.”
“You think he won’t notice me in…this?” Maggie flicked the silk.
“I gave you the Hermes,” Jo said on a sigh. “And I took the one I bought with Artie in Hawaii.” She tied her scarf, which covered her hair with a splash of bright pink hibiscus. Maggie’s was a much more subtle navy blue with the signature chain design.
It reallywasHermes, which was sweet, and slightly more acceptable. Maggie took it, and the sunglasses.
“Ridiculous,” she muttered, turning to the ten-story building with a bank on the ground floor. “His office is on the fifth floor, as I recall, and the only way to get out of this building is throughthis lobby and out those doors. Now, once she does that, she could go to one of three parking garages, so what do we do?”
“We follow on foot or by car.” Jo Ellen looked up and down Lenox Road. “She could go into either of these giant malls. And there are a bunch of restaurants down that street. I just really don’t want to give up this parking spot, since it took us an hour to get it. But who knows? She could drive off to some motel and?—”
“Stop.” Maggie pulled the scarf on with force. “He’s not cheating on her.”
“Oh, you’re back on Team Anthony?”
“I’ve never beenoffhis team,” Maggie insisted. “I was miffed about my roses, but since we sneaked over there the other day and did some pruning, I feel better. He’s busy. Crista’s pregnant. And Nolie’s a kid. Bottom line? They’remyroses and he’s got no one to help with them.”
“I love when you have a forgiving heart, Mags.”
“Don’t count on it.” Maggie slid the silly sunglasses on and squinted through them at the bustling shops and offices of Buckhead, half-regretting this fool’s errand.
“Maggie!” Jo Ellen grabbed her hand. “Look. Is that her?”
She peered at a young woman in skinny dark trousers, high heels, and a yellow and black top.
“She looks like a bumble bee,” Maggie muttered. “But, yes, with that hair? It could be her.”
“Are we sure?” Jo Ellen leaned forward, a hand on Maggie’s arm. “We have to be ready—to walk or drive. Are you?”
“Just watch her. She’s coming closer.”
The woman strolled, pulled out her phone, read it, and slowed her step to tap the screen.
“This feels so…” Maggie made a face. “Intrusive.”
“Do you want to catch him or not?” Jo pressed.
“Not,” Maggie answered.
Jo Ellen stared at her. “You don’t?”
“I want him to be innocent, Jo. I don’t want him to be having an affair with her.”
They both stared at the woman in question, who dropped her phone in her bag, and strolled to the crosswalk, pausing to wait for the light.
“She’s walking!” Jo Ellen announced like Maggie was blind. “Bumble Bee is on the move.”
“Bumble Bee?”
“Code name,” Jo Ellen explained as she gathered her bag and opened the T-Bird’s door. “You know, we’re like the Secret Service and the CIA.”
“Just,” Maggie said dryly, slamming her door as she stepped onto the sidewalk. “You’ve lost your mind.”
“Just don’t lose Bumble Bee,” she said, giving Maggie a nudge toward their target. “She’s a fast walker, even in those shoes.”
